Judge — April 27, 1929 — page 25: what you’re looking at

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\WIG [I dropped in to see “Follow Thea.” th If show, « this (No—I'm not particnlarly sted in Irene Delroy!) 7 thinking about that where the two lady golf cham- pions putt on the eighteenth and deciding green in’ their grudge match. Frene Delroy—and she is a load of loveliness—wins every night, naturally, she being the heroine and ali, But her oppo nent—and she is a load of loveli- ness, too—holds the fate of the show in her hands. Irene’s oppo- ent putts first, she being “away.” The putt, [ should guess, is a twelve-footer. She misses. Then Trene—do you mind if f call you Trene, Irene ?—putts and holes out an cleven-footer. Just suppose that some night Trene’s op) holes out) on her pute! Perhaps Schwab and Mandel, the producers, have provided an emergeney It could easily happen—the I KNOW Four years three months and two s ago this coming Sunday, a 7 P.M. 1 sank a twelve-footer! ment accidentally What would happen? set of another green. accidental sinking of a twelve-foot putt. it can happen! I perched myself atop a Riverside Drive bus tother eveni It we The only unoccupied seat was the left front one. a grand Spring evening. The rest were full of young men and their fancies It looked and sounded like a pige was alone, The couple behind me gave me a laugh, what ho, no less! I had been peeking at them out of the corner of an eve. ‘They certainly were all wrapped up in cach other. [don't know whether people breathe when they kiss or not, but if they don’t, They made me sick. JUDGE why those two T pecked at didn't dic of suffocation is way-way be- yond me! One of their Kisses started at Seventy-ninth Street and ended at Ninety-sixth. Just us we passed Grant's Tomb I heard her say to the lad, “Pm sorry, but I didn’t catch your last name.” I left the bus. After [left the walk along the low as I elected to mall close to the river. After a mile of walking [ elected to sit on a V74{C—> bench and look at the twinkling, bobbing lights in the river. Mell, looking for a bench, Oh, there were plenty of benches, but one can't sit in lovers’ laps, can one? It made me sick! On one bench, mind you, 1 saw with my own popping eyes three coo-coo couples cramming their love. ‘Try and find an empty bench! Believe it or not, when [ finally sat and looked at the twinkling bel bing lights in the river, I was perehed on a refuse can and playing a mad tom-tom on its tin’ sides with my heels. Spring! Young Love! Bah! And yet—while I was sitting there maditating, « very pretty girl came swinging along. and asked me for a mateh. [lit her ei: my lighter. She offered me a cigarette. know what to do, so [ accepted it. “Thank You!” very sweetly way. BAH, AGAIN!!! SPRING! BAH—BAH Mae says the thing to do is get control of all the benches in Riverside Park and turn them over to She stopped rette with I didn't She then said. nd, dammitt UNG LOVE ticket speculators ! comicbooks.com