Judge — January 26, 1929 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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Al What a hectic he phonograph records; paying a small National debt. « result of the California - G. Tech Game; seeing Mary Carroll in “Guinea Pig” (1 have never seen invone more soulfully. satisfying than Mary in her white eveni xown in the last act); showing Phil Rosa the darker part of New York nights; ding about the 1 whoopee of Mr. Grover alen; starting a wardrobe for Palm Beach , . . one that won't spot; combing the town to find someone to w inst Strib gainst the Playing 2 public; wondering why Mr. 7 feld is encouraging people to dress as they please for Midnight Frolic nights; heartbroken be- cause of the tilt) which kept George Olsen from providing the music at same Midnight Frolic; trying to keep Walter O'Keefe, the minstreling old softy, from getting m: » keep from reading Winchell, the St. John’ Irvi loids; wondering if same Winchell has iron ear-drums; passing Odd McIntyre, the “calumnist,” who wears New York, as a chip on his shoulder; getting a big thrill out of the two finest short r of the JUDGE re™ Mates (A! Stories in months, Edward Hope's “Requieseat” in Liberty, and Don Marquis’ “Exit King” in the Saturday Evening Post; spend ing an evening with Edward Hope and concluding that he is the finest character tale-teller I've ever listened to; scanning Beverly Nichols’ American Sketch, and wondering what has happened to the brain wheels of that laddie, the Belleville, Kansas, High School Annual, issue of 1916, wasn’t Nich any worse—perhaps Is set) toe much rd with “The Star Spangled Manner,” his erand effort of last year: thaps it’s because I agree with George Ber- nard Shaw and his ap tion of the smoul ¢ ire in the breasts of Englishmen about Americans; perhaps it’s my idea of a funny E is Pelham Grenville Wodehouse; maybe I ought to go ona milk diet; aybe it'll snow row; let it I have a sled and I know where there’s a dandy hil I good coast down that hill head-on into a substantial tree; I certainly hate things this morning; why can't everything be as lovely as Mary Carroll in a white ev »wn? My stock simile seems to be, “Lovely as Mary Carroll in a white evening gown,” and then [ think of Heywood Broun in dinner clothes; [saw him t’other night with a silk topper dangling on his head, one of those toppers that fold; part of the time he wore it folded. part of the time he wore it sprung full; he looked as though he were hiding under it; wearing it was a lark to him: it was to me, too! And so to lunch with John Ta Gatta, the artist. and George Ab bott, the showman; I wish Abbott would write lay tithed “White Evening Gown” and dircet Mary Carroll in it; 1 wish John La Gatta would draw a swell, high lighted, anatomically blocky pie ture of Mary Carroll in a white evening gown; I wish I could learn to like olives; Ramon and Rosita, rhythm; how I wish I could toss Rosita about a dance floor—that would mean dancing lessons; I took dancing lessoas when [ was seven; I still da that way; [ bumped into a couph while dancing at the Mirador other night, the man looked me over and said, “I say, chappic. you really ought to get new li (Continued on page 31) comicbooks.com