Judge — May 15, 1926 — page 13: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

We are in receipt of a letter from one Mr. MacDonald, of Yale Univ sity (the one near the Yale| “bow which, after panning Jupc Number, and suburbanites in general winds up by stating that “High Hat” is the laughing stock of the campus eee knowing the environs of the said University rather intimately, I assume the campus he refers to is the one with the “old Yale fence” and I ely hope none of the boys fell off, from laughter, while reading “High Hat!” *s Garden since} ee suc Speaking of laughable things, several examples of New Haven naiveté come to my mind, which bring a smile to this sad face and I'm anxious to know how they square their attitude of sophistication with such Babbittical (good word that!) gestures as “Hush Clubs,” “Tap Day,” (go to your room, young man!) and last, but not least, “For God, for Country and for Yale!” ~~ bene} but then let’s live and let live... . as Heywood Broun says, “Some of my best friends are Yale men!” fh “In your ‘High Hat’ column,” writes Don Smith, of Montreal, “I notice you want to know why men wear spats. The reason why they wear them in Montreal is because of an epidemic of rabbies and all dogs must be muzzled. A well-known singer (we won't mention her name) introduced us to a new stunt which we think will in- terest all cigarette smokers... . buy a small bottle of essence of pepper- mint and before lighting the cigarette moisten one side of it with the wet cork... .. you'll be surprised what a cool, smooth smoke it makes. > We are burning with curiosity who is this Raquel Meller we've reading about so much lately? fh We ran across a book last week called “It's Not Done,” which we believed, from the jacket, to be a detective story, and much to our astonishment discovered it to be one of the best novels we've read in a long time... . . the jacket should really be a picture of a man on a fence, as that seems to be the author's position between Philadelphia soc’ iety and a life of freedom... .. mighty interesting book and Has enough “meat” in it for six novels - .... also read James Branch Cabell’s “Silver Stallion.” . . . . like “Jurgen” it is full of allegorical fantasy and about half-way through the book I found myself wandering in circles and asking the cook sus- piciously just what she meant when she said, “Dinner was ready!” — The Six Best “Steppers:” “Miami Trail” (No show). “The Blue Room” (The Girl Friend). “The Girl Friend” (The Girl Friend). “After [Say I'm Sorry” (No show). “I Do, You Know I Do” (No show ‘0 Fooling” (Palm Beach Nights). Cui Bono? OC sll throughout My life I’ve yearned, To write some lines That would seem learned. Stuff so goddem Highfalutin’, I'd have high hats For me rootin’. The kind that makes The reader guess; That means not much, Or even less With big long words And phrases grand; The kind no one Can understand. With here and there \ foreign phrase, And all throughout A sort of haze. For stuff like that Is thought sublime, Especially if It doesn’t rhyme. Oh, that's the way I'd like to write, If not for cash, Then just for spite. R.C. O'Brien DUMMIES?! “Good morning, Mr. Henpeck,” said a printer recently in search of compositors, “have you any sons whom I could apprentice as typesetters?” “No,” replied the old gaffer, “but I have a wife who would make a very fine devil!” The laugh was “on her” this time. comicbooks.com