Judge — February 4, 1928 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE WAM AY Hoi om Thursday—Discovered a new fad! Some of the girlies are buying men’s gym shirts and track panties for sports wear. Most comfortable things and they entirely climinate all bungles and creases under your Palm Beach sports outfit. “And if you wish to be really fastidious you can have them made up in silk with a monogram embroidered on the pant leg! ~ = Friday—Spent the entire day arguing with Brother as to why, on account of his going away on an aeroplane trip, I shouldn't run some of his silly recipes in y column! The very idea! His only argument was “Gee, girls drink too, don’t they?” and when that failed he tried to bribe me with the use of his roadster dur- ing his absence, his electric cock- tail shaker and finally won me over by saying I could use his military brushes! Bethke Cock- tail—one third Creme Yvette, one third rye, one third grena- dine and frappé. There! ~ aS Saturday — Spent the after- noon picking out records! “Thou Swell’ with “My One and Only” on the other side, played by Johnny Johnson and his Penn- sylvanians is marvelous. ‘*Wash- board Blues” played by Paul Whiteman just gets you and, if you can stand “Among My Sou- venirs” on the other side, get it by all means, “Varsity Drag” with “Good News" on the other side, done by the Olsen trio is a knockout. If anyone can beat Fran Frey singing I'd like to meet him. “Sugar’ is one hot number. Have forgotten what's on the other side. HM it i i Sunday — Book review day! “The Bridge of San Luis Rey” by Thornton Wilder—Beauti- fully written with a wonderful knowledge of — hun nature. “Street of the Malcontents” by tril Hume—A_ collection of short stories, some of them very pleasing. “Transplanted” by Brand Whitlock—Tale of an American wife's adjustment to her French husband's views on marriage. Found it dull. “Com- panionate Marriage” by Judge Ben. Lindsey—My Dear! Better than a mystery story! But seri- ously, I thought it a very sincere and interesting book. ins board The Best Steppers “Serenada calling “Cashing time! Many apolog t's orchestra!) oquy”” (no show) “You're What I Need” (She" 's My Baby) ‘ (Rosalie) he Whip Song” (Golden Dawn) “Oh, Gee, Oh Joy” (Ros: “I Feel at Home With You (Connecticut Yankee) And, of course, “Thou Swell” (Connecticut Yankee) Jag rs to Hale Hvussann—What did that? barely t-o-u-c-h-e-d it. Mr. Portable Bids Mrs. Peewee Portable was skeptical of Portable’s latest bid for dmortaly: “Peewee cl table to his ‘wife, have it.” “M'm,” Peewee snorted, always have it. That's the same story you told the night you in- vented the portable phonograph. I remember your very words, how you said, ‘Now anyone can carry | Beethoven or Berlin with him.’ And what fame did it bring you- Mr. Portab hedged. “But, Peewee, who would have dreamed the radio would be invented?” “What about your portable houses? Carry them anywhere and put them up. T! me talk ... and what fame did they bring you? “But who would have imagined that suburban apartments would become « fact? But this time, Peewee, I have it. I shall gain immortality.” “Immortality is not for people of this generation,” losophized “But, Peewee, think of my in vention. Just imagine, carry it anywhere.” ed Mr. Por- “this time I Peewee phi- “Carry what anywhere . . .? “The portable parking space for motorists.” Mrs. Peewee was no longer skeptical. Mr. Portable was ahead of his generation. —Hanry F. Mvecrer In Cash People are supposed to count one hundred before _ fighting. The modern pugilist counts about one hundred thousand. Wire—d tree, dear—-and I j-u-s-t comicbooks.com