Judge — June 30, 1928 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE My Dear! I'm just all agog I mean, I actually am! Just re- ceived a letter from a Dartmouth boy—he s I'm just terribly ar- rogant and then goes on to say that he wants to get acquainted and to meet him at the corner of Fifty-fourth Street and Fifth Avenue and to carry a copy of June so that he'll know me! Now isn’t that just too darling! And so naive! He neglects to add how I'll know him, but that should be easy—Dartmouth boys are so different! Things Ir week—the beer place on Eighty- sixth Street... the book, “Un- forbidden Fruit” (sce review in this column) . . . ter Winchell’s ga er than four drunken in a telephone booth? simply adorable boy who c my tire on the Post Road (ves. I've got an automobile and I bought it myself!) and never gave me his name or asked for min (Younger Generation Notes 56!) . . . swimming last Sunda (I'm still frozen)... meeting Bobbe Arnst at a party out at Great Neck and rushing up and aying, “Oh, you know Judge, don’t you?” and her saying, Warner Fabian’s “Unforbidden Fruit” got me all hot and bothered! . . . It's a story about college girls, and I'd like to know what college Mr. Fabian (1 sus- pect that's a nom de plume for a woman) has in mind! Now, my day, us girls never li that, and our gang weren't ex- actly considered wet smacks, but the way these Fabian babies ca- vort is nobody's business! And the way they throw themselves at the men! That college must have vcen Western Reserve! Another book that irrit in a large way was by one Maxwell ed me jeorgie Boden- LIE PAPER. SLOWER ce > 4 ’ eee . \@) : Added endurance tests, before giving students aviation pilot's license. heim. A courtesan’s story of the Ben Hecht, Jim Tully, rough-and- tumble school, just full of virile sordidness and s0 earthy! I don't think any of those boys ever had a real happy day in their lives. What they need is a good) sun bath! No Laughing Matter A Good Trick If He Did It. The magi made a worried search through his clothes, turn- ing all his pockets inside out, and bringing forth, other things, a rabbit, potted gera- nium, three Ameri drum, eggs, spades, a bird in’ a ‘ guinca pigs and a bowl of gold fish. “There!” he triumphantly ex- red to his wife who had been watching him with grim. suspi- cion, “I told you I was positive IT had mailed your letters this morning! Hanny G. Saerit among seven Their Master’s Voice His Royal Highness Jack Bliv vens, Junior, reigning monarch of the Blivvens bun; ow, had at- tained the advanced age of eight months, and on the morning of his birthday two proud parents, hand, stood by the crib ned at their offspring. : Bloop. ah. Goosh. Woofk. Oyk!" shrieked the in- fant as he clenched his tiny fists and smiled. “Do you hear that delighted father of young wife. She nodded pleased assent. in the diminutive made his presence know Kaboo. Gooshlem. E s Wayoo. Glenk. Toosh!" he gravely announced to his progenitors. Mrs. Blivvens glanced at her happy husband. “Dearest,” she softly said, “it looks so promising for bab . Dare we hope? ...” “Surest thing in the world,” said daddy. “Not the slightest doubt about it. It's born in hii He's got the making of a truly t radio announcer. Just listen refully now and tell me if he doesn't ‘sound like one already?" As if to corroborate his male parent, from the erib cam series of unusually unintelligible noises, concluding with something sounded like —“Wooshem. ez. Glug. Woosh. Sheckah. Gooshlem, Goo Goo Nite!" Antucer L. Lirpmann asked the pretty despot comicbooks.com |