Judge — December 25, 1926 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE Motored up to Vassar last week and, My Dear, how the old place has changed! .. . Eons ago we girls had to wear modest little outfits but now .. . three fourths of the lassies are all togged out in bright colored wind-breakers, rainbow golf socks and little, tight pleated skirts about six inches above the knee! ... What is the younger generation coming t aS Have you seen the new bags with little watches inserted? . . . gives me an idea... put out one with an alarm attachment . .. if you want to leave a party at, say, two o'clock, set your bag watch and the rest is automatic . +. ora mother could set her daugh- ter’s bag watch and say, “When that bell rings, Young Lady, you come home!” = The new rhinestone cuffs for eve- ning wear are the most scintillating things I've ever seen . . . what a chance for the willowy brunettes! . Ermine wraps ...mmmmm!... one with a luscious flesh feather bow collar . . . another trimmed in bands of mink around neck and shoulders and lined with velvet-garnet at the hem, gradually shading into bright red. In the Brevoort Book Shop, the aesthete may enjoy a real treat... some perfectly lovely things in Bohemian glass — not just glass blowers’ tricks but tiny figures so infinitely delicate that they make a Tanagra figure look like “Civic Virtue”... if you think I’m raving —go see them! In spite of Broth- er’s grim warnings [ simply must tell you about George Olsen’s club on Forty- ninth street and the Lido Venice... both delightful places but so dif- ferent! . . . and there isn’t a single velvet drapery in either place... . Olsen’s is very informal—Lido Venice just the opposite. . .both good places. ISS aS Must also rave a little about “Honeymoon Lane”. ... I'd never even heard anything about it—went expecting to be bored to death and had the time of my life... it’s a marvelous show. > The Six Best “Steppers”: “Half a Moon” (Honeymoon Lane). “Clap Yo’ Hands” (Oh, Kay). “With You In Araby” (Criss Cross). “You Will, Won’t You” (Criss Cross). “My Baby Knows” (No show). “Hello Bluebird” (No show). “Gee! That was a bully fore-leg stroke, Sussie.” A Believer In Signs ‘Onis is my record room,” said the man who had been intro- duced to me as the possessor of an interesting treasure. The room we had entered seemed to stretch into an infinite distance, and what was more strange, its walls were lined with shiny, steel filing cabinets. The center of the room, too, was filled with these cabinets. My host started to explain. Everything is filed according to date. Thus, this side of the room is devoted to the records of 1920, this to those of 1921, t 1922, and so on up to those of 1926, which are filling up this recently acquired row of cabinets. I have ordered a dozen more of the most modern type, with great capacity. They will be here next week and should accommo- date the records obtained during the next two months.” We stepped close to one of the 1926 cabinets. It labeled, “Mid- night, May 1, to 6 , May 6, in- clusive.”” My host opened the drawer with his key and pulled out some of the records. I took a card. “Tony Gallo, No. 3410, Office to Plaza,” it read. “Vie Cruze, 10671, Small’s to Bros- sert,” read another. ‘William Bros- sky, 6444, Al’s to Southampton, and return,” read a third. “Pardon me,” I pleaded, “bu what, may LI ask, are these, anywa; “They are the records of the names and numbers, with the extent of the journey, of taxicab drivers with whom I have ridden. I keep them to comply with police department instructions. You have doubtless seen the order, posted in all taxicabs: “Notice to passengers: Keep a record of above name and number of this cab.” John C. Emery Nas comicbooks.com