Judge, 1929-04-13 · page 23 of 36
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IMIG: Attention Grover Whalen Police Commissioner Alice Foote MacDougall is sell- ing peanut brittle ice cream, . 2. other football next Fall... 2 It is rumored tulips are bl Yale is planning team for ning in Madison Square... A paving hand was seen leaning on a shovel and robin last Tuesday in E Avenue... Ate Wear spats through the warm months? ... see the news picture of the Coolid Northampton and the moonin a you going to Did you living-room in phonograph with hooks under one of its tectering legs? instruct one 1 couple Will you of your men to find out what those books were? ... How long do you think you'll be Police sioner? ... true that you half a dozen mn fying in the your Commis Isit carey glasses tail of cut- dare you to meet me at the pier when I return from abroad, if lever go abroad... . 1 hope it's in the dead of winter, and all, and topper... . How about a game of . Why do Tsay all these things? ++. Wanna know? 2... Really? 2.2. Well-I-l-l, I got my first this week, AND TWAS INNOCENT! Tomato, my Jap, tinkered with the radio till it won't even squeak; wound the Victrola too tightly and broke the spring; stepped on the ukulele; played my harmonica while he was cating grayx nuts and ruined it; dropped a shoe-tree in my saxo- phone!! Then he asked for the evening off and went to the movies. snow tennis sometime summons You probably suspect I'm writing anything that into my mind... . Well, I'm not! .. The ct of the matter is that weeks there's absolutely nothing to about weeks I don't: even have a mind... Even if I do say it my- self... I've been turning in some pretty swell copy these last few weeks, though, don't you think? ... The trouble with the page comes. some write +. some | ATE is that) Mae has been fal down on his end of the jo ; peep from the Editor of Jeper about it cither 1 never hear a never compliments me... not 1 peep! Every though, I cateh pounding Mae on the b: “Mac. YOU ar great stuff on the HIGH HAT page!” But never a peep ibout my writing. Ive had offers and he'd better look OUT!! Editor's Note—OUT the WIN DOW, vou mean?) Last week the Editor stuck a note thout something or other . . I didn't read it. He's to off that stuff or [NM ac cept that proposition urs-Roebuck made me They want me to doa page in their catalogue. Par once in while, him and saving, doing some in my copy lor games brought up te date would be the subject matter. It would mean doing only one page a year. (Editor's Note + you'd have 1 nervous brenkdown once ay If it were a good pi par!) No sooner do 1 explain what became of George Olsen than he toots up at the Club Richman and asks me to trot over as his quest! The new high spots of his better than ever orchestra are The Glee Club rendition of “The Road to Mandalay,” Fran Frey's idea of a Chicago gunn s Long is I Have Y and Geo: the drum major’s stick. The lady customers at the Club Richman, most of them at least, were plastered from head to foot with the new synthetic tan which comes in cans and n singing s complete control of bottles at your handiest drug store. Two festive as skidded into the Pennsyl vania Hotel lobby and auctioned the furniture to cach other. The new practical je yours who are stra colleg friends of © going to unknown to the other of course, that the deaf and that he is sensitive about it. When they meet, it’s a seream, no end Another hi Jarious stunt is to telephone a friend at five in the morning and ask him if he will come right over as quickly as he can and join you a quiet little > of “gimmi 88." —Jupoe, Jn. rs to meet, tell each one, other is) very comicbooks.com —|