Judge — January 8, 1927 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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A This being a number devoted to automotive vehicles I dutifully took in the Auto Show and, knowing that George Jean would feel above re- viewing it, especially since he’s had a book published all about him, I will tell all you little readers about it. fo The opening was a gala affair and reminded me much of the night Duse appeared in “Hangman’s House” at the Berliner Austerhouse Gaschlump - all the precious little critics applauded lustily but to my mind the performance was a piece of tripe and no better than last year. Cadillac gave its usual good performance and Lincoln was adequate. pf One car that I noticed particu- larly (yes, you would!) had a com- plete bar in it!. . . of course with this equipment you have to have a com- bination chauffeur and bartender, but that ought to be easy as most of the drivers to-day are ex-barkeeps. name of the car because I know it wouldn’t do me a bit of good! Read two books last week—“The Theater of George Jean Nathan” and “Ninth Avenue” It’s difficult to review a book about a man you know as that makes it doubly in- teresting. I never knew before what a famous man George was (Ah, there, George!), and was surprised to learn that he discovered Eugene “Ninth Avenue” by Maxwell Bodenheim struck me as a lot of hooey and is just another one should have said “griping!” Ce eed Received a very nice Christmas present from Mrs. Haessler, of Porto Rico . . a miniature still made of glass and the darn little thing works too! Thank you too, Mrs. H.! Another knock! Jr.: I am an eighteen-year-old girl, a student at Radcliffe. I want to protest in your magazine against a forward Harvard gentleman (?) who accosted me the other day. That he was a member of your silly High Hat Club is certain, as he was just the sort of a person who would call gin Gordon Water. He pointed at my Phi Beta Kappa key, of which I am justly and deservedly proud, and said in an alcoholic voice, ‘Prudence, I see that you are all keyed up over something!’ ” herself A. B.! “To Judge, the lady signed —p— Little Melba Whidden, of Dallas, Tex., is sore no end... . she writes as follows: “Listen here, I want you to know that I’m just as High Hat as anyone else! You might as well make up your mind to take on the fair sex as members of that High Hat Club of yours!” what you ask is impossible, Melba, this is a he-man’s club, but you might take the matter up with Judgette and get her to get up a club wouldn't that be the cat’s! comicbooks.com