Judge — February 21, 1925 — page 25: what you’re looking at

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Flo of the Follies T's is my chance, as Mrs. Zieg- feld, to give you a Mrs. Grundy view of my husband, Florenz Zieg- Id. Ordinarily, you know, of uurse, my expressions are always inhibited automatically. It would not be fitting, as an actress under his management, to tell the world really just what I think of him and to give them an insight into all such idio- syncrasics or any mannerisms that he might possess, does possess and is said to possess. The Jupce, so generously. realiz- ing the rights of a free woman, a modern woman and a wife, gives me this opportunity to speak “straight from the shoulder,” as the saying goes. And so, for the first time in my life, I can freely express my opinions. Here they are, brief and compact. I think Florenz Ziegfeld is charm- ing. I love him very much. He has quantities of talent. His hands are just as artistic as they can be. Of course, he worries me a little bit sometimes when he cats too many sweets at the table, but still I know that I would be perfectly willing to go on with this sort of worry for- ever. And if he wants pie a la mode, French pastry and meringue, I will supply them when necessary even if I do have to administer a little bit of warning with them. Billie Burke Measuring one for a theater ticket so that the short ones sit in front and the tall ones in back, My Wife’s Hat 's new hat reminds me of vhite heron. Its coloring is that of the exquisite breast plumage of the heron—soft, velvety, and of purest white. There is the same suggestion of indescribable grace in’ its lines— delicate, swee ng. the very embodi- ment of graceful beauty. Its general effect is irresistibly hird-like—chic, airy, smart. My wife’s new hat reminds me of a lovely snowy-white heron. A heron has an unusually large bill “How's your second act?” Lines Induced by Watching a Critic Perform O" Garrick MacBooth at an carly age Was planning a future upon the stage. Instead of playing, like other boys, He was studying gesture, speech and poise. So Garrick MacBooth, at the age of two, Knew more of acting than Mansfield knew, Knew how to act and dance and sing, Belonged to Equity ‘n everything. Now Rashwyn Brammot wrote stage reviews For the Times and the Tribune, the World and the News. His readers would think it a cata- elysm To miss a Brammottian criticism. But though a reviewer, it was a fact That Rashwyn Brammot could never act. Compared to Brammot, a citron seed Was a very accomplished performer indeed. Well, Garrick MacBooth wants to act in town, But every manager turns him down. While Brammot acts for a princely sum In a swell revue, the great big bum! James Gleason I comicbooks.com