Judge — January 23, 1926 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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“SATURDAY NIGHT” By Kernan A new Boy and Dog picture, which will, we are sure, be enthusiastically received. Printed from the engraver's original plates on Heavy Art Mat, size 8%x1I1K inches. Prints will be carefully packed and sent postpaid upon receipt of 50 Cents each “OH, MAMA!” By R. B. Fuller A new child picture that has a yey strong maternal ay I. Printed in four colors from the original plates on heavy Art Mat, size 11 x 14 inches. Prints will be carefully packed and sent postpaid upon receipt of $0 Cents each “THE CURSE OF DRINK” By Maud Tousey Fangel This popular reproduction in three colors should be framed and hung conspicuously over the table at which you mix your cocktails. Size 9x 12 inches. Sent postpaid to any address for 25 Cents JUDGE ART PRINT DEPARTMENT 627 WEST 43d STREET NEW YORK YOUNGSTERS [ WV Nice Old Gent (to shopper who has just stepped out of very diminu- tive car)—Excuse me, sir, but I think you’ve dropped something! Judging the Shows (Continued from page 14) Swett Marden. But it probably doesn’t take a reviewer to convey this information to the producers. If they honestly think that their show is funny, and will put it in writing, and will further have the document duly witnessed by a notary public, I'll nevertheless promise them not to do them the injustice of betraying their confidence to the public and making them seem foolish. Of all the skits they divulge, there is only one—a burlesque spy playlet excellently acted by the droll Tom Howard—that contains so much as the germ of real comedy, and even this peters out at the finish like a fat woman running after a street car. The rest of the sketches are so poorly written that the laughs they try for are stillborn. The best thing in the show is a balloon ballet. Its coloring is nicely contrived. One can only hope that next season the producers will call up some one like Ring Lardner, or steal the MM. Tannen and Cook from Carroll or the MM. Rogers and Fields from Ziegfeld, before they spend all their money on dressmakers and scene painters. il “(Tue Master oF THE Inn,” by Catherine Chisholm Cushing, out of a novel by Robert Herrick, is so soupy that it defeats its own purpose. The Mlle. Cushing ap- parently believes that the surest way to make an audience feel senti- mental is to make her dramatic —London Opinion characters feel twice as sentimental as the audience. This practice, on which the Mlle. Cushing hasn’t a monopoly by any means, invariably makes an audience sentimental only to the degree that its chivalry toward women in general keeps it from mur- dering such playwrights as La Cushing in particular. Robert Lor- aine is the star of the great occasion. There was a day, some ten or fifteen years ago, when Mr. Loraine seemed to be a fairly good actor. As I say, there was a day, some ten or fifteen years ago, when Mr. Loraine seemed to be a fairly good actor. A Well-known Game The inspector was testing the general knowledge of the junior class. Slapping a_half-crown on the desk, he said sharply, ‘“What’s that?” Instantly a voice came from the back row. “Tails, sir.” —The Tatler Solution of Last Week’s Puzzle T] comicbooks.com