Judge — March 12, 1927 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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

A digestive aid that quits when its task is done ASTROGEN Tablets are good — very good—for the prompt relief of indiges- tion, gas and other after-dinner discomfort. So are bicarbonate of soda and preparations containing it. But there's one objection to alkalies like “bicarb”—one respect in which they go too far. Unless you measure your dose to a nicety, your stomach is left with an alkaline residue which interferes with normal digestion. Gastrogen Tablets do not disturb normal digestion The stomach, you know, should be slightly acid (1/5 of one percent). And until nature restores this delicate balance of acidity, normal digestion cannot proceed. The interesting thing about Gastrogen Tab- lets is that the moment they overcome the hyperacidity that makes you uncomfortable, they stop their work. Your stomach remains “in neutral.” Any excess of Gastrogen Tablets simply passes along through your system with- out further effect. You might eat a pound of them, and they would have no power to alka- lize the contents of your stomach. So, next time your dinner brings you dis- comfort, try Gastrogen Tablets. They are mild, safe, effective. They will quickly drive away your indigestion, heartburn and gas. They are aromatic and pleasant to the taste, and they are extraordinarily good for sweet- ening the breath, Your druggist has them in handy pocket tins of 15 tablets for 20c; also in cabinet-size bottles of 60 tablets for 60c. If you wish to try them before you buy them, send the coupon for free introductory packet of 6 tablets. GASTROGEN OMablets © Bristol-Myers Co., 1926 WIG H- I must admit to never having read “The Plastic Age,” but IL have just completed a_ session with “Lord of Himself’ and I am still arguing theoretically with Perey Marks, the author... while he has, as us book re- viewers would complacently say, a facility of style and a natu aptitude for tale telling, there’s a certain falseness about “Lord of Himself” that makes me mad ... I suspect strongly that Perey collected his collegian data of the “rounder” element by watching them from a dorm window across the street and I also suspect from some of Mr. Marks’ observations on life that he hasn’t been out of that dorm window very long, either. . . . He seems to be in very much the same state of mind as the young hero, but if he de- velops as amazingly in two years “Carl” did, he need have no worries! . . . in five years from now he’ll be a little tin god! ... Mr. Marks, however, isn’t above taking a slam at New Haven... . “Carl,” with remarkable stupid- ity, tells a Mr. Loubold that he has heard. that he (Loubold) is a Jew, and Loubold replies, “Wasn't it a Yale man who told you I was a Jew?” ...as I read on I was just hoping and pray- ing that “Carl’s” chauffeur would say to him, “Wasn't it a Harvard man who told you Ah was colored?” . . . and there’s just one more question I’d like to ask Mr. Marks. . . . How could “Carl’s” mother, with that “in- nate” breeding of hers and that intuitive ree-finement, ever have married his old man? Also finished Richard Halli- burton’s “Royal Road to Ro- mance” and while it interested as me so much that I wanted to start immediately on a trip ‘round the world, it just a little too exotic... if Halliburton is so fond of moonlight hardships he ought to try Mott Street some July night! -p— Have discovered a new mixture it’s called zz and mixes with I hereb drink (Gordon er and Fizz, forty-sixty). ‘Damon and Pythias” . . . they get along so well together! —P— C. S. McKinstry informs me that you can get non-alcoholic cocktails now in bottle shakers . all you have to do is add hat have you,” a little ice, and shake. —f— R. E. Marx, of New York (1 wonder if he’s one of the four Marx brothe ys that this column “antagoni him beyond words” and then writes me a six- page letter going into detail! .. . he calls it “a second-class at- tempt to be collegiate” and that the title “High Hat” is the worst misnomer ever conceived! He goes on ruthlessly to say that he’s “swallowed” many of my “new” concoctions back in my freshman year (1918).... Well, Mr. Marx, if you don’t like this here column, why don’t you get “College Humor” and get some real college atmosphere ! christen Automatic tack-sprinklers will positively stop the most persistent motor-cycle cop comicbooks.com