Judge — April 25, 1925 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE /| REMARKS William A. Brady, famous theatri- cal producer, denying certain remarks attributed to him in a morning news- paper—"Neither directly did T mention criticisms or In fact I praised their efforts in the behalf of praiseworthy pro- ductions.”” Methinks the Brady doth protest too much, directly nor in- eritics, David Wark: Griffith—" While much is being said about how to make the stage clean, T suggest: we try the innovation of clean audiences.” How? scious? By rendering them uncon- Will Hay tures have been made which might very well have been omitted.” Oh, Will! Say it isn't true! “Some motion pie. Joseph Collins, in MeNanght's Monthly—"T am satisfied that Mr. Bok is a vain man.” What about? ewspaper Headline—"Run Ivze courts, says Buckner, They ought to lay off that stuff. “Governor forbidding public schools. Yes, and we're heard that some are saying the world is round. f Tennessee signs bill ching of evolution in News Item—"Rare books new Yale fad.” Isn't it true that all books are rare at Yale? The Dramatic Criti Edgar Selwyn, “does en arm. ‘The people of New York no longer pay the slightest attention to what the Poor Fish LaraBeEL Crematis buried her tear-wet fi holstered arm « chair. Gre hody. the where shi in the velour up- the over-stuffed t sobs shook her tired She had just returned from Photoplay Th wittressed six | The Home Life » wonder she wept. ad time rending reels the Sardine.” Finally she arose and. sta weakly across the room to the fish bowl Pityingly she looked down into the pureness, while long pent-up emotion burst its bonds, and she eried aloud in her grief, oor Fish! Poor Fish!" rabel dipped a little white mani- cured hand into the still water and tenderly, oh, so tenderly, lifted. the little lonely thing out of the dampness and cuddled it, mothering it in her fond white arms. Still holding it lovingly to. her breast, the while she hummed lilting lullabies to the baby fish that had never slept in’ all) its little lif “How tired 00 mus’ be, li'l fishums!” she crooned, “but mother will rock you to sleep.” After a time the tired little fish eyes closed, while a smile played crystal a over its tender cupid bow lips. She carried it hedroom, into her own ad turning down the white sheets, put it ins her own warm bed, where with a sigh of perfect content it beneath the covers And as Clarabel softly closed the door and kept her vigil by the closed portal through the long. long night, she was very happy, for Clarabel was a Girl Scout, and she had just per- formed her daily kind deed. Nate Collier noiselessly snowy snuggled down The Great Outdoors by a City Guy I WENT riding try lay in the coun- Where the trees are all purp gray And the grasses were brown on the hillside, Where last raked hay. and summer the farmer T went riding to-day in the country Where beauty is never alack, I went riding te And hurried lik y in the conntey hell to get back. Nate Collier z eZ A LP Finst Wrestter—Say, Joc, know any place where I can get a good Trish terrier cheap? comicbooks.com