Judge — July 28, 1928 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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ae JUDGE “The River,” by Tristam Tup- per... . If it be genius to dis- cover in unlikely places and every-day persons romance and beauty, strength and poetry, Tris- tam Tupper undoubtedly has gen- ius. He has introduced a new note into American fiction. Few writers have revealed the inmost longings of the heart, the hidden realities of the soul so sucei fully as has he in this powerful story of first love—that blinding, unfathomable passion. , In the eagerness of impatient youth, Allen John loved Rosalee—Rosa- lee as changeable and incalculable as the river itself. Its every mood and appearance was hers— “now raging, now beautiful, with starshine in her Through the steadily advancing construc- tion of the lroad, through the calm friendliness and advice of Katherine, the same unending river song is heard, growing deeper in tone as the story moves to its powerful climax. Mr. Tup- per’s remarkably restrained, stac- ¢ style brings vitality and strength to a novel of great un- conventional beauty, and the ch acters are well-nigh unforget- table! What you have just read, Gentle Reader, is the bluxb on the jacket of “The River,” the first blurb I have ever seen that has told the truth, and the author has voiced my sentiments much better than I ever could! The blurb on the et of “Juggernaut,” by Alice Camp- bell, says, “The thrills of mys- tery and the racing excitement of swift, dangerous action carries the reader breathless to the smashing, unforeseen conclusion.” « Well, I read to page 83 and didn’t get out of breath once; in fact, I was bored to death, so one of us must be a liar! Things I remember of the past week. . . . The talking movie— “The Lights of New York”... the producers should remember that the movies are an infant dustry and also that “Children should be seen and not heard” SS- + +. the prettiness of the Regis roof and the terrible wa is run, the headwaiters standing insolently in front of empty tables and turning away perfectly ¢ people because they wouldn't “come across" —Judgette ing! . . . visiting the broadcasting station a Peggy Carlyle sing <> The Six Best Steppers “On the Crest of a Wave” (Scandals) “Pickin’ Cotton” Scandals) beautifully! When) ep to Heaven” y When) “That's My Weakness Now” (No show) Far, far into the night! My Vicious Visage I'm a cross between Bull Mon- tana and Gyp the Blood. My shifty eyes spell deceit. My weak chin clearly indicates poor character. The expression on my countenance would terror! fants and make honest citizens turn their faces aside as I passed. The general effect is that of the late King Bluebeard, but also in- cludes the worst features of Lon Chaney and the James boys. Evil is revealed in every line of my hardened visage. A inan with such a phiz would steal the crip- ple’s crutch, abscond with the widow's mite and set fire to an or- phanage—what a face! I've just’ seen my passport photo. ALL. L. in- Old maids are born, not made. comicbooks.com