Judge — October 29, 1927 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE MIDGING “te STARE by Mauro Gonzalez SCRAMBLED The king of tin pan alley poses. He lends his map to caricature with pleasure. “You know,” he says, “it was my life am- bition to become a caricaturist.” One can imagine a soda jerker wishing to become a bank president, but to imagine Irving Berlin wishing to become a caricaturist has a streak of the sublime. With his income he could pay the salaries of all the caricaturists in the world and have enough left for a trip to Bermuda. “I think if it wasn’t for exaggeration we wouldn’t have any humor,” says Irving. “That's a good one, Irving,” I say, slap- AMBITIONS ping him on the back, “You are really a cari- caturist. You know, I think I am miscast also. My life’s ambition was to become a song writer.” Proudly I bring forth a little piece of paper on which is written one of my cher- ished lyrics. Berlin reads my original work out loud thus: “Such fire is in your ey That when I sce the shiny whites My heart precipitates its action And I feel the flame of a voleano.” (Continued on page 28) comicbooks.com SRAM