Judge — October 24, 1925 — page 26: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE ART PRINTS By Delevante Printed in one color on Heavy Art Plate Paper with wide margins. Size about 19”x 15". Sent postpaid to any address on receipt of Wife (at 2 a.m.)—If I only knew where you'd been! Husband—Honi soit qui mal y pense. i “There you go. Whenever you come home in that condition you “BOOK ENDS" By Delevante Also printed in one color on Heavy Art Plate Paper, with margins for framing. Sent postpaid to any address on receipt of 50 cents NO MAN'S LAND By Davip Ropinson 1s charming and popular picture will _ap- peal to all males between the ages of 16 and 96 years. Printed from the original engravings in full color on art paper, it has heen artistically mounted on a two-tone mat, size 11” x 14”, ready for framing. Carefully packed and sent postpaid upon receipt of 35 cents JUDGE ART PRINT DEPARTMENT 627 West 43d Street New York City start using bad language.” In Strict Confidence (Continued from page 17) with the stoic immobility of feature and body customarily associated with tombstone statues, in which every other minute some one bows low and reverentially mentions his forefathers, and in which there is no more of authentic Chinese than one encounters in the average New York dish of chop suey. This preposterous stuff the so- called International Playhouse, with a perfectly straight face, presents in the name of dramatic art. If this is dramatic art, three cheers, a tiger and a couple of prosits for Al Reeves. Ir N neither “The Holy Terror” nor “Applesauce” can I discover any- thing to send up skyrockets about. Yet it is to be said in favor of the —London Opinion producers of these exhibits that, un- like the sponsors of The Interna- | tional Playhouse, they have made no more claim to art, so far as their shows are concerned, than the average Greek lays claim to being a water lily. They have, to the con-- trary, quite honestly put on the plays in the hope that the latter might interest the proletariat suffi- ciently to fatten up their accounts in the Union Dime Savings Bank. And that, it seems to me, is not so un- praiseworthy a purpose as the theat- rical reviewers, including myself, occasionally argue it is. True enough, so far as this particular old rooster goes, plays like “The Holy Terror” and “Applesauce” might better be left unproduced and plays | like Eugene O’Neill’s “The Foun- tain” and “Marco's Millions” be pro- | duced in their stead. But there are | many persons who seem to think jf} otherwise and who are happy to The latest long-needed invention—an apparatus for making un- willing passengers move on. —Nagels Lustige Welt per comicbooks.com —