Judge — July 14, 1928 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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vey Charles H. Baker, Jr. has a wonderful idea in his “Rejections of 1927"... this wonderful idea ion of short stories that rejected by at least ten m nes... the rea- son I think it is a wonderful idea is because T have just had the same experience! But all seri- ousness aside, I think some of the stories in Mr. Baker's book are really very fine things and then some of them are awful! . “Corpus Fugit,” by J. P. Me Evoy, for example, is screaming] , yet I can easily see why an editor wouldn't take it. After all, getting your laughs out of the Morgue and dead bodies is a bit gruesome! Mr. Baker's idea is what s to me, His book proves conclusively that editors is act have each copy!), so why not do ay with them? I hereby launch the Society for the Suppression of Editors! But how would we get out u zines, you ask? Sim- ple! Use the lottery system, Put all the manuscripts in a bowl each month, or week, and draw out the needed number! In this way you would get variety without edi- torial prejudice! (Note to Edi- tor—I really don’t mean this!) => “Houdini,” by Harold Kellock, is a life of the great magician and handcuff king and‘ one of the most interesting books I ever read. Houdini's naive state- ment somewhere in the middle of the book is worth the price of ad- mission alone. He states to a friend that he's never had more than five hours’ nightly sleep in all his life; that he worked those extra three hours while others slept and that that is why he is the Great Houdini instead of a tist! Accord- Judge, Jr., ought to nt of the United States Well, maybe he will be! > mS Speaking of Junior, I note in hy now! JUDGE Mark Barron’s column in the Sun day Tribune that ne bril t person began the fad of viewing only the best bits of each show and then dashing off to see an other bit at some other theatre.” Well, why don't you give Junior credit, Mark? He's the little boy that started the fad! How's that, Brother, dear? Things I remember of the past week. The Dancing Marathon at Madison Square Garden . . of it (including both the stupidit dancers and spectators!) : the publicity vultures who went there and offered prizes . . . the feeling that people will do just about anything for money (now don't say, “How about your col- umn?") . . . the races at New London (I went with a Harvard man!) . the polo matches at Westbury .. . the Roller Coaster out at Rye (Playland) ... meet- ing William Gaxton, the Connee- ticut nkee 2. . my dear, I'm just all agog! Made-to-Order Heavens Bridget’s In my heaven, if you please, I work for a small family of two adults. No cherubs hang around to poke fingers in the jam jar or filch cookics from the closet. My employer rarely flies home late for dinner. He never brings un- expected and unannounced ange with him at the last moment. T! y wash is sent out to a ne laundry and somebody named Tony tends the furnace and waters the lawn, I have the use of the coupé, a four-tube radio set and a pianola My room is not in the attic and I receive my wages promptly on the first of each month, When Patrolman Clancy flies in evenings after dinner for a small snack of vittles and a bottle of beer, my mistress docs not object. Every Sunday afternoon he takes me to St. Callahan's Pleasure Park and Picnic Grounds. We ride in the chutes . . . grab rings on the merry-go-round and hold hands riding home in the trolley. Sure, and this, indeed, is Hiven! —A. LL. L. Doing away with the baby carriage and assuring all their private bench. comicbooks.com