Judge — June 8, 1929 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE \AIG: Where to dine, dance, and park your car in Westchester and Con- necticut? One need not leave the Boston Post Road to find satisfaction for one's inner man and pedal ex- tremities. ar Larchmont I found Post Ive to be as ever it was—al- ys excellent. trotters, tte—if that’s possible ind Westchester’s prettiest: girls and snappiest lads are seen there nightly. [f you ever are bid to a New Rochelle Junior League serambl Post Lodge, don’t miss it. [ got through on years ago and I'm still wobbly, Across from the I is Dinty Moore's—exeel- lent food, good music and not the least bit gyppy. Nearby is Washington Arms, a fairly popular 1 coupla re ae) middlin’ quiet, and snappy cnough for those wh n to gentler excitement. Pickwick Arms, Greenwich, Conn., is Post Lodge's keenest rival for young feet. No better cuisine any- where. The waiters are never chummy, which is dignity! The music is what-ho, but the dance floor is too small, Don’t go there after a football game, unless you like dancing huddle, P) church almost opposite. Chimney Corners, in North Stamford, is a cozy plac It's quite hard to find but worth the hunt. Prep School kids provide its noise. The food is swell, no end, and the expense is small. Good music. If you want a long drive with the gi 1, run up to It's ty of room to park your car, and there's r nt is the time to visit Gramatan Inn, at Bronxville. The Bronxville crowd step quickly and leave you breathing overtime. Two wecks of intensive training is needed for parties end up oat the Geramatan, aren't going to desert Broadway and the Club Richman just vet. though! Mar; t Car liste has joined Gee Olsen's Jatfrobats and warbles the better songs there. She has a voice that makes men drum tables. In the last fortnight [ve met no less than three very young people who are taking s« riously to aviation, ‘They told me the flying: fields nigh New York are absolutely infested with girls and hoys gone flighty. One, a very pretty young lady. told me she was going into it purely commercially. She needs thirty thousand dollars and the quickest way to get it, believe her, is to climb in an airplane and go after an endurance record, a long non stop. or a ten-thousand-foot jump without a parachute. : said the money comes from endorsing things. n't you just sce the advertisements? — They'll ably read: I wore nice things from Van non-stop flight across Central Park.” “Lcould never have set the new endura without my teeny-weeny Coty Compact “Do you think, actually, for one minute, that I could have set the parachute jump record if there'd been a run in my Humming Bird Hose? Don't be nee record “My motors performed just too splendidly, my I was wearing a Saks Fifth Avenue And speaking of eating, as we started out to do, one of the best ways t y up an appetite is batting little celluloid balls across a little green net. Some call it ping-pong and others table tennis. All the “My Dears” have taken it up, and they tell me that retrieving balls from under the buffet, divan, arm chairs, or what have you, is better exercise than a dozen reducing machines. Last week [ played in a tournament in Chelsea, and when it was all over they rushed me to the Naval Base and put me in the decom pression chamber with a couple of deep-sea divers. It seems [con tracted a bad case of the bends. Anyway, I've invented a sl for the ping-pong manufacturers th ought to make fortunc—To keep slender, reach for a ping-pong ball instead of a sweet! Jupor, Jn ~ comicbooks.com