Judge — July 14, 1928 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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head was full of romantic no- tions; I read novels like “The Devil's Dilemma” by Oscar and “Ulysses” by Alice Joyce, and T saw myself clothed in sumptuous gowns and superb gems, the toast of Broadway. Bred in Centreville, but the te of Broadway. so to speak: that was my ambition. I was nineteen when T decided to come to New York. When I told my father of my plans, he was furious, i “You mere child!” he objected. “Why, you / 6-B in grammar school!" “And why?” T inquired. “Be- cause the ‘teacher's j are still in L LIVE BY THE RIVER ,SO DROP IN 0: sve keeps te ick all the SOMETIMES , CLOWNED COMISKEY gi nin nol Tsaw my first robin today, gents. Here's the lowde ” the big racket in that shop?” queried a cute little ns “What's no future in the education ¢ itch of her His remonstrances were in sweet man. “Just a barber shaving himself, dear,” he replied. vain. I had made up my mind “But why the argument?” she insisted. “Oh, he's trying to per- to go; and two weeks later Twas suade himself to have a shampoo!” is the gag line. And now, ex- gazing down at the shiny steel | cuse me, boys; L have to keep sweeping the cobxechs off the moon, rails on Which I was being borne | swiftly toward New York. The — | The Pitfalls of the Stage, or sickle shaves them down! Girls click the wheels was as music Life on the Gay White of America, you girls in the ham- in my ears, though T wished that lets, villages and towns of this the rails were a little further Way Exposed great country, you who hunger away from my face; besides, it By A Woman of the World for the glamor of wealth and re- was so cold riding underneath on those freight-cars in the winter. (S.J. Pree se frei I was the only dau New York! [shall always I think it the Father of small hardware merchant in t remember the day I arrived in the n St meric ge, “Windblown —— sising town of Centreville, Ohio. — the great) swarming metropolis. | Bob" Finchley, who once re | marked, “Few roads are so May) nown, listen to my stor. hter of redless to say, Centreville was Everything was so. strange, I took a humble room in not its true name; it was really l. flanked with danger as that eal- Cairo, Egypt, but I suppress its a tmodest cL and went imme- cium-lighted path toward — the real name for obvious reasons. diately to theatrical ageney. gateway of Fame—that glittering There it was that I grew up into Ina few moments I was escorted Golden Street speckled with a heedless, beautiful thi laughter and tears where many an aching heart iy breaking ‘neath the buffoon’s gay fer, in short My into Mr. Oglethorpe’s — private espe- What girl has not dreamed of a stage carcer replete with ex- pensive jewels, flowers, the ration of thousands? What has not conjured up gle visions of herself wrapped in sable, ermine, mink, seal, skunk, chipmunk, wolf, fox, eat. dog, giraffe or other fur entering her exclusive imported Minerva, the | whilst obsequious feetmen stand | respectfully by? | Ah, poor deluded moths around the flame of Success, soon to fold Jumpo—Yeh—there goes the star of the flea circus; so stuck up their bescorched wings as Life's she won't notice us. comicbooks.com