Judge — January 14, 1928 — page 28: what you’re looking at

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N SATURDAY nights, she used to go to the movies... . She courted the dark; it hid those HA-HA hands! HEN, one day, she learned there was a HA-HA’S (chapped skin) —that dread disease that roughens, coarsens, reddens the cure for epidermis— ND now, Saturday night is “old home night”. She sits in the blazing lights of the front parlor and glories in her white and lovely hands. * ¢ @ VERY lover of the dictionary must know that HA-HA’S means an invisible ditch. And so you see, when your skin is chapped, it is full of HA-HA’S . . . tiny ditches, invisible fissures, furrows, Painful, un- sightly, dangerous. HA-HA'S (chapped skin) can be cured, of course. The cure is Frostilla! HIS delightfully fragrant lotion banishes HA-HA’S with the speed of a galloping breeze. Knead it gently into the skin and watch that sapless, corrugated, arid, desiccated surface be- come as smoothly supple-soft as a robin’s breast. There’s no after sticki ness to Frostilla, It vanishes like a cooling mist. Its action is unfailing. ‘ROSTILLA comes in the bounti- ful new dollar bottle—and there's asmaller size at 50c. At druggists tried and true, and all good toilet counters. The Frostilla Co., Elmira, New York, U.S.A. gaps. Judging the Movies (Continued from page 20) their respective noses at the eter- nal verities and at the next m ment reaching for them trust- ingly. With a good cast, and devoid of nto. un convincing slap-stick, “Chicago” would be a swift delineation of the ruthless these lapses destruction of a greedy, cheap woman, As it is, the movie is vitiated by its pal- able moments, but it has ined enough strength to make it better entertainment than the usual run of home-sweet-home folk stories ground out of the Hollywood mills. Miss Beatrice Fairrax c/o William Randolph Hearst New York Journal New York City Dear Miss Fairfax: I find it impossible to express ny feeling for the picture “‘Love- lorn,” which you wrote for Mr. Hearst. I know you will be sur. prised to hear this, but I did not realize how much influence your advice had with the young people in the country who find them- selves all confused with the ten- der emotion, Of course I have seen the letters you publish, but I had no idea before that people really wrote to you, Of course after seeing ‘ Jorn” T can understand whi fectly marvelous things you have been’ doing all these years. Ac tually, when you told the home- loving sister in the picture that it wouldn't be fair for her to show her real love for her sister's friend, I down, It must be frightfully nerve-wrack- ing for you to pull the heart strings of all those poor little girls and their fellows, but you certainly that the girl who warned her little sister not to almost br showed with evil companions was . and that no g rom working Packard roadsters. IT was glad when the sister took your advice « up dancing and drinking those things, and I think ’ young boy and girl should see ‘Lovelorn” and take away the wonderful message you and Mr. Hearst brought to the Public. And now that I am writing to you, I think I might as well ad- mit that T have been upset over a love rt of my own, You see, I'm in. love od can come girls riding in young with a young actress, and T don't know how to make her appreciate me. The few times [Tam able to be with her she talks to me in French, and I don’t speak the language. I am studying it by mail, though, and after I get the next three lessons I shall be able to converse freely with her, so that problem will soon be solved. However, she ride horses, too, and I am scared to death of them. Every time I go to see her she ha horse around the house. I can’t seem to over- come my fear and I don’t want to let her know she will not care for me even a little bit. Should [give up my love or take up horses? loves to it, because then Potice Senaxaxt—How do you account for having all these things in your pockets? Svsrecten Person at ‘ome, Well, you see, we ain't got no sideboard —Loxpon Ortsion comicbooks.com