Judge — December 10, 1927 — page 34: what you’re looking at

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“Her Aces at the Bridge” Winner for Week Ending November 26 JAMES A. DAVIS Shamokin, Pa. Send in your worst pun. Juve will pay $25 for the most terrible one received each week—and it will be illustrated by one of Jupar’s artists and the original draw- ing will be sent to the win- ppt in the case of a tie. In case more than one contestant sends in the win- ning pun during the week for which the prize is awarded— each will receive the prize. ner; ex All puns must be submitted on postcards or slips of paper the size of postcards. None will be returned. Address, Pun Editor of Judge, 627 Judging the Shows (Continued from page 18) adultery in a commendatory. This tude is supposed to constitute the last word in suave worldli- ness. While this is no place for the offspring of a line of arch- bishops extending back to the Napoleonic Wars to express him- self upon the actual merits of this point of view the one w or the other, I must neverthel announce that it begins to give me a pain theatrically. Once in a while, of course, some joliy boy comes along and_ contriv an amusing comedy out of it, and then all is once again well. But in the general run of things, one finds the notion incorporated into dreadful dishes of piffle by pls wrights so witless and lumbering that one act of their pseudo- naughty stuff is sufficient to drive the audience of boot- leggers, stockbrokers and fancy women right over to the nearest Y. M. C. A. The authors of “People Don’t Do Such Things” sophisti- cated only from having seen a lot of cheaply sophisticated Broadway plays. IV. HE expert and highly engag- ing Astaires, the M. Fred and the Mlle. Adele, are again show- ing us what dancing ought to be W. 43rd St., New York City. like in a confection called “Funny Face,” at the new Alvin Theater, which is situated near the Guild Theater and a good Mexican restaurant. Assisting the Astaires are Prof. Victor Moore, on this occasion a jocose clown, and Prof. William Kent, a forced and sometimes trying ditto. Paul Gerard Smith has written a couple of very funny low-comedy acts into an other- wise dull libretto which is not greatly enlivened by this year’s Gershwin score. But the Astaire team lift the evening they have lifted equally dubious vehi- cles in the past and send the show gaily over. If there are better dancers anywhere, I must have been laid up with my old war wounds when they displayed themselves. “Triplets,” anounced the nurse to the proud father. “Really?” he said. “I can hardly believe my own census.” —Tir Birs ANN Give a sentence withthe word A se ee Forging.” Gi us forging rickeys. Take home a pail of these fried smelts for Mother’s Day, gents; nothing like them for polishing the woodwork. “I’m looking for a small man with one eye; have you seen him?” asked Mrs. Trimble of a floor-walker. “Well, madam, if he’s a very small man perhaps you'd better use both eyes!” funned Baron Macy. I'll bet butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth! WakD LANGER PRINTING COs ING, JAMAICA, NOY. comicbooks.com