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# "High Hat" Page Analysis This page from *Judge* magazine showcases theatrical reviews and entertainment gossip typical of the 1920s. The main content discusses Broadway shows and performers: Paul Whiteman's performance of Gershwin's "135th St.," Joe Cook's comedy act, and various stage productions like "The Vanities" and "Tip-Toes." The illustration and accompanying story "Lot and His Wife" satirize real estate sales practices—specifically the deceptive pitches of overly optimistic agents. The agent's absurd claims (that you can see distant engine smoke "on clear days," that a swampy lot is ideal for children) mock the exaggerated marketing tactics used to sell undesirable properties, particularly during the 1920s real estate boom. The page also references Prohibition humorously, mentioning "miniature bars" in homes—a direct jab at the illegality of alcohol under the 18th Amendment. Overall, this reflects 1920s urban entertainment culture and contemporary consumer skepticism.

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HIGH HAT What with flying machines, tall buildings and Prohibi- tion, I might be even tempted to imitate four Hawaiians... ... Have you seen Joe Cook lately? . +... saw him the other night in the new edition of “The Vanities” and I think he’s the funniest man on the stage However, I started to talk about Prohibition the latest thing I’ve run up against, or rather stood up against, is the Miniature bar in the home ..... have seen two of them (not at the same time!) .... complete in every detail even to the brass rail discovered a new combination at one of them cream and that stuff with the Haig and Haig label half and half... . . think it’s called a cow- pretty good. —f- Something else to rave about Queenie Smith better than she ever was and a wonderful show ng hits the first act! and here’s a darn good sug- gestion for the managers put schedules out in the lobbies show- ing the time certain numbers go on which would enable the YMAT to drop in and see his favorites. Here's my schedule. .... Marilyn Miller sings “Who. Dennis King sings the “Song of the Vagabond.” Queenie Smith sings “These Charming People.” 10.05 . . Joe Cook imitates four Hawaiians. Beatrice Lillie does “March With Me.” 10.40. . . . . Hulbert and Court- neidge do “The Trick Brothers.” +++.» Heard Paul Whiteman play Gershwin’s “135th St.” last week see. great his music in “Tip-Toes” is marvelous .... . and the “Song of the Flame” This high hat is off to George Gersh- win! . . Read Suburbs” by very funny “Sam in the Wodehouse... . . “Joanna” by H. L. Gates all about the poor woiking girl that’s all the book review there is, there isn’t any more. . ... For the benefit of those who came in late we will repeat the “Six Best Step-ins,” with a slight change: Montmarte, Mirador, Ciro’s, Lido, Chantee and County Fair. f- The Six Best “Steppers”: “That Certain Feeling’—(Tip- Toes). “Sweet & Toes). “When Do We Dance”—(Tip- Toes). “You Have Me, I Have You”— (Greenwich Follies). 30 South”—(Greenwich Follies). “Five Foot Two”—(No Show). Low Down’—(Tip- Lot and His Wife “He is the lot for that home, cried the genial agent, a good fellow—in fact he had given me a pair of his hip boots for the trip. “It's just the place for the kiddies.” “Ht is indeed,” I said enthusiastic- ally, “our little girls just dote on mud pies.” “And look at the station,” he went on, offering me his field gla: why, man alive, it’s out of sight.” His vigorous optimism s contagious. I looked. “Wher I_ inquired, with rismg interest. “You know, on clear days,” he chortled, “there are times when you can actually see the smoke of the engines.” “Get out!” I cried, incredulously. “T can't—I'm stuck,” he admitted. “Well, I must agree that the out- look is bright,” I mused, wiping the rain from my face. He wallowed over to me, and batted me heartily on the back with a set of blue prints. “Yes, si I continued, “I'm sold on the place.” “Good!” he chirped, reaching for a cigar, and handing me a fountain pen. On the way back to the station he paused long enough in his breast stroke to ‘give me a sympathetic look, and to suggest that before I built I see their plans for modern arks. But smiling, I broke into the Australian crawl, and chuckled under my water wings. Mabel’s bridge club could never make the grade. George A. Paravicini Zz Yee —_As— = Buy now! FOR | PROFIT * comicbooks.com