Judge — September 20, 1924 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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And will you have the new Sat. Eve Post? No, [2m still gnawing on a copy J bought mn III6. A Magazine With a Bright Future A Review by Don Herold I prepict that The Saturday Evening Post will be a success. If the editors keep up the standard which they have set in the issue which I am reviewing, here is a magazine that is sure to find thousands of readers. (L think it is The Saturday Evening Post that I am reviewing, although the “ning” part of the third word on the cover is mostly cut off by the top of the cover picture. I will proceed, however, on the hypothesis that it is The Saturday Evening Post.) Mr. Franklin, Mr. Curtis and Mr. Lorimer are doing a good work in giving America such a magazine as the Post. Like a thirty-mile ride on the subway, it is well worth a nickel, whether you take it all or not. Many of us will buy the Post just to uphold the fast fading dignity of the nickel, whether we read it or not. Do not think that I am criticizing the Post when I admit that I have not yet read the issue I am criticizing. I am yet a young man. I expect to nibble away at it the rest of my life and then to have some of it left for my heirs. If the Post has any fault at all, it is that it is a bit thick; I per- sonally prefer a magazine built more on runabout lines, like JupGe. Several years ago there was con- siderable conjecture as to what ten books one would like best to have along if wrecked on a desert island. I should give as my list, nine copies of JuvGe and one Saturday Evening Post. Jepce for jollity, and the Post for companionship through the years. Of course, if I were a family five I should want more Posts, a family of five could consume the Posts more rapidly; if a family of five we wrecked on a desert island in January, they ought to be over to the spark lug ads by November. But I know there are many things in this Post that I would like to read, and this is the highest criticism that a (Continued on page 8) Have You Murdered a Man! True Confessions by Murderesses! Note—The editors will gladly pay $2 apiece for all interesting letters from murderesses. Stories must be based on facts. Be brief. Send your letters to the “Editor Who Gets ‘Away with Murder,” Junge, West Forty-third street. No letters returned. Took His Hat Off to Her by Mistake! Let this be a lesson to mashers. The other day when I was coming home from work, an old gentleman with gray hair paused to bid me the time of day. He must have mis- taken me for someone else because to say, “Why, Agnes!” aw me get out my: pearl- One shot was enough. he mai when he handled pal. Ms name is Hattie S., 37 Pun street. Husband Employed Stenographer My knowledy business is necessarily very limited. ft my husband's Tama home-loving woman who never The other day I thought nd call al the ZOTIENE W goes out. T would surprise him ine my d oung lady) takin dictation from him. He never told me he needed any female help. I wept tears of disillusion as I fired away Mrs. Griselda Ostrich, 42 Austria street. Jones learns soon after the birth of his baby that the automobile competitive spirit has entered the baby carriage trade. comicbooks.com