Judge, 1928-10-13 · page 24 of 36
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JUDGE Of six books read during the past two weeks, only two have interested enough to finish them, and when you go over the list and then remember what the advertisements have said about them, you will wonder, as I did, just what is the matter with me! As Our Al says, “Well, let’s take a look at this lis “Giant Killer,” by Davis, advertised as ™ Selection for October.” “The Professional Guest,” by William Garrett, “told jauntily and with hilarious effect.” “Nothing Is Sacred.” by Josephine Herbst, distinct achievement in American English prose.” me Elmer the Book juad,” by James B. Whar- ton, another “What Price Glory,” so the ad says. “This Way Littell. “Murder,” by Palmer. The last two named are the books referred to a ep “This Way Out" clever ver- sion of the experiences of Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden, told in modern jargon and quite a bit Cabellish. In fact, I don't think James Branch could write as good a book! “Murder” con- tains thirty-two (count ‘em) crimes, but leaves you to find the criminal! There at the end of h story where you may write your own solution, and in the back of the book is a sealed packet with the correct answers. I've only done twelve, and only got two right, but I sure had the time of my life! Things I remember of the past week. The disappointment of seeing Jack Dempsey in the flesh, in the “Big Fight”... Listening to Al Smith talk over the raddio, which proves that it isn't how you say a thing but what you say that counts... The opening of “The New Moon,” and the mob of celebrities caught in the rain after the show in front of the the- Out,” Philip Johnson and sa blank page atre... the night club on Seventh Avenue that never closes . article on “Publicity Repplier, in the curre Mencken's editorial in this month's Mercury... the adver- tising acroplane that cries down from the skie Some Best Steppers “Lover Come Back to Me™ (New Moon) “Stout-Hearted Men” (New Moon) “New Low Down” (No show) “Ready for the (No show) “Dream Sweetheart” (Cross My Heart) “Right Out of He (Cross My Heart) River” “ SCOTCH: a pllters | ARSON GUSTO YALE BUTTON LESSEES SMARTER THAN HUGHES TOBY HIS STALE BE In an Old Churchyard Old Reverend Scoggin had min- istered to his little congregation in the little village church for forty years. He had christened, married, and buried the natives of this little town in the hills. He felt that his work had not been in vain. He had always been a power with the young people, and tonight, after Wednesday evening prayer mecting, his little flock had gone their way and left him as usual to put out the lights and lock the door of the little white church, As he stepped from the porch he noticed some of the young peo- ple in the narrow alleyway bi tween the church and the parson- age. They were on their knees. He could hear a sort of murmur, but his old cars could not catch the words they uttered. He was thrilled by the tableau that met his -.” Five young men, sons of deacons, boys that he watched grow to adolescence but who had of late strayed from the fold, were there. He saw them with his own eyes down on their knees on the stone curbing of the old churchyard and his heart was glad. He drew closer. They were shooting craps. —Nate Coniier Avam—Well, if you're determined to adopt that costume, we might as well prepare to move. comicbooks.com