Judge — April 24, 1926 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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New expressions have been coming in thick and fast this past week... . . it’s a curious thing don’t thin’ I've heard anything worth mention- ing for the past six months and then suddenly I hear three or four new remarks and hear the same ones pulled by several different people 's like the “origin of the Charleston” joke that's going the rounds the first one I heard was pulled by a dazzling young flapper ..... she referred to another girl as a “hairpin” and when I asked her politely what that meant she snapped “a back number!” A little later I mentioned to another young “feminist” what the dazzling young flapper had said about the party of the first part and she retorted, “Oh, all that ‘flamp’ thinks about is ‘swinging!’ ” I tried to look very cagey and laughed knowingly, but when I got a chance I rushed back to the dazzling young flapper and asked her what it all meant ..... “a ‘flamp’ is a half flapper, half vamp,” she murmured, “and ‘swing- ing’ is petting!” and that’s that! Got a nice new autographed copy of “Nize Baby,” from Milt Gross, our demon artist and gag man, the other day, and took it home and read it aloud to my kid sister... . . outside dislocated jaw from reading the darn thing and a couple of sprained ribs from laughing, we spent a dandy evening. Milt! Sotch a book what you've ridden! It's a sockcess! p> Speaking of books, I think T'll follow the usual custom of the book reviewers and list here the books which I've enjo; “American Tragedy,” “The Black Flemings,” “No More Parades,” “Pig Iron,” “Gentlemen Prefer Blondes” and “Cover Charge.” I'll probably get an awful razzing for listing the last one, but that’s my story and I'll stick to it! I notice that George Nathan, the theatrical critic, is still passing nasty cracks about my liking “The Wisdom Tooth.” ..... I'm just waiting, that's all, until some show comes along that he likes! Just waiting, that’s all. If I live long enough I'll get even! he We note with great expectancy that Sir Charles Higham, a British advertising man, has brought over to this arid country a new drink which he claims has a real kick and no following headache .. it is made solely of black tea... .. I'm going right home and bottle some to-night and will let you know the results next week. pf And speaking of drinks, have you seen the new Pogostick cocktail shakers? ..... at a recent party the host came bounding in on a pogo stick to the end of which was at- tached a shaker! rather start- ling to say the least Cael The Six Best “Steppers:” “The Blue Room” (The Girl Friend). “The Girl Friend (The Girl Friend). “After I Say I'm Sorry”? (No show). “WwW Away Your Blues” (Greenwich Follies). “A Girl in Your Arms” (Sweet- heart Time). “No Fooling” (Palm Beach Nights). Gry “Reckless Wives” ETER J. Brrr left his office promptly at noon and was strolling along Forty-second street when he happened to glance in the open door of a telegraph office. Some- thing he saw in there brought him up short. That something was a hat, and under the hat was Peter Bimpf’s wife. She was evidently sending a tele- gram, her back was toward the street. So Peter entered unobserved and was about to surprise his wife with a tap on the shoulder when the message she was writing caught his eye. It was addressed to Mr. Rudolf Van Houghton, Windsmere Apartments, Asheville, N.C. Bimpf’s arm paused in its descent. Fascinated he watched her write on: “Dearest, will meet you Thurs noon, Biltmore lobby, love and kisses.”” Not until she had signed her name did Bimpf move. Then, with a trembling hand, he caught her arm. “Ethel,” he cried. “Do you realize what you're doing? Do you want to ruin me? Don’t send it, Ethel, for God's sake don’t!” “Peter!” Peter!” “I know I should have told you. I truly intended to and I really don’t care the tiniest bit about Rudolf, but—” “Rudolf be shouted Peter. “How many times must I tell you that every word over ten costs extra, and here you've written eleven again! Jack Shuttleworth gasped Ethel. “Oh, damned!” “SOME. OUTDOOR GALS “Is this a fair?” said a stranger, stopping in front of a place where a Jestival was being held and addressing replied the citizen, “they call it fair, but they take everybody in.” The laughter was general. comicbooks.com