Judge — February 6, 1926 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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If you have been shav- ing for about ten years, you may recall my first prophecy that Mennen Shaving Cream would quickly bring about a revolu- tion in shaving method. Several million men prove every morning that I was right. The proud, rebellious wiriness of their whiskers is all gone. Dermutation strips ’em off so gently and smoothly that a man hardly knows his razor is in action. Then, some years ago, I told you about Talcum for Men. At that time, men classed talcum with rouge and lip sticks. But to-day, the custom is almost universal to rub ona velvety, soothing film of Talcum for Men, which protects and doesn’t show white on your face. Last year, I pulled my third prophecy. I said that if you would try Mennen Skin Balm, you would find it the most delightful and efficient after-shaving preparation that ever touched your face. Incidentally, it's great for chapped lips or roughened skin—as wonderful for hands as for the face. Antiseptic and astringent. Right now, to-day, Skin Balm has won national acceptance and its sales are amazing. ‘These three should be used together. They givethe “Complete Men- MY QUESTION CONTEST Here is another chance to win @ magnificent $50 traveling bag Send in an answer (100 wordsorless) to the question below. Bestanswer wins the bag. Contest closes April 10. I am the judge. Watchfornextcon- test in an earlyissue. The QUESTION: For what special reason do you use talcum after shaving ? Mail your reply to The Mennen Company, Jim Henry Contest, 383 Central Ave., Newark, N.J. “This mezzanine kitchenette is a great idea, Oscar. to stand up ina bathtub, anyway.” The Village Smithy (Continued from page 11) Flubb’s table. “Well, if it isn’t old Henry Flubb,” they _ shouted. “Shake hands with the members of the Flower Pot Salesmen’s Associa- tion,” gurgled a small man whose coat was hinding behind a gigantic Elk’s tooth. “Boys,” he yelled to the rest of the dancers, “meet li'l old Henry Flubb, the finest feller who ever sold a flower pot.” Twenty minutes later, Henry and Tobias dashed to the street, for- getting in their haste to tip the coat girl, who was so completely emanci- pated from the sordid lure of gold, that she went into a session of invec- tive that would have shamed a boat- swain’s mate. id only artists, writers, nd poets went there,” said Flubb. “Wrong crowd probably got in by mistake. We'll try ‘The Bohemian Tent. “The Bohemian Tent” was down a flight of cellar steps. Occasionally a heavy rainstorm would wash these steps clean. Then the management, in artistic consternation, would pro- ceed to pour cinders and refuse over the steps in the interests of atmos- phere and the balance sheet. 20 Nobody ever has There were probably fifteen people seated at small tables in the “Tent” when Flubb and Tubb entered. Ginger ale at seventy cents a glass was cheering the wild spirits of latter-day Miltons and Shelleys. Henry Flubb noticed the subdued lights, the Russian samovars and the batik draperies. The eyes that could detect the flaw in a flower pot instantaneously were feasting on these alien sights. “I wonder where Smithy can be,” he whispered to Tobias. “Smithy said he’d no doubt be in one of these places with two poet friends and I was to be sure and look him up.” Just then three people at a nearby table recognized Henry Flubb and started to come over to him. At that moment, the flower pot king saw them and seized Tobias by the hand. “Quick, Tobias,” he whispered, “Let's get out of here. The whole place is filled with boys from the factory!” Up the slimy steps dashed Flubb and Tubb, through banana peels, cinders, cigarette stubs and sure- fire atmosphere. A curious, baffled expression settled in Flubb’s eyes. “Can't understand it,” he whispered to Tobias, examining a list in his hand. “Smithy said a night in the ‘Village’ would reveal to me how the comicbooks.com