Judge — June 22, 1929 — page 28: what you’re looking at

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“WELL, | GUESS THE AUTOMOBILE IS HERE TO STAY!” Here we have a dare-devil of 1900, hurtling through space at 15 m.p.h. In those days, when the horse- less carriage was a thing of wonder, Melachrino was an old favorite. 5 For 50 years, people of discriminating taste have preferred this fine cigarette. Each year since 1879, Melachrinos have gained new friends. Try the re- finement and mildness of the finest quality cigarette in America! METACHRINO CIGARETTES 1879-1929 — 50 YEARS A LEADER QUALITY STANDS THE TEST OF TIME CORK TIPS PLAIN ENDS Do You Play Bridge? Then Clip This Coupon The Union Tobacco Company 511 Fifth Ave., New York City C..€22-29, Gentlemen: Please send me your Melachrino-Bridge offer of (1) 60 Melachrino Cigarettes—Cork tips, Straw tips arid Plain ends, (2) the score pad with the latest rules of contract bridge, (3) two packs of the famous gilt-edge Congress Cards, free of any advertising, bearing my monogram, $4.75 value, for which I enclose my check for $2.50, Initials. Name... Address____--____________-_-----------------------------———--___ City. State. ——_—__— ©rHe union rosacco company 22. SUDGING*“BOOKS Pr there’s one guy we can’t abide it’s that nasty old Corey Ford. He’s gone and written the year’s only book we'd like to’ve | done ourself, snatching it out of our mouth, as twere. It’s dubbed “Salt Water Taffy,” costs two- fifty, is worth ten and is a tim- ber-shiv’rin’, rib-ticklin’ parody on that mock turtle, Joan Low- ell’s “overblooied “Cradle of the Deep.” Ford, with oily, low cunning (how we loathe him), lampoons the living oakum out of Skipper Lowell’s briny ex- travaganza, and any attempt to dissect his sublime kidding would be as cockeyed as trying to pick feathers out of a crow’s-nest in | order to explain what a crow is. Suffice that it’s better than the exalted work it lambastes; will probably annoy Miss Herman Melville Frederick O’Brien Lowell; and will keep you laugh- ing all summer. Boo to you, Ford! We're tooting “Attention” loudly on the old critical bugle to Willard K. Smith's actually ingenious (what a dandy new ad- jective!) “Bowery Murder.” It’s done as a series of newspaper articles, plus compiler’s notes, and gives off a remarkable air of reality. Its characters resemble folk who might walk the streets of New York and not the esoteric paths of the author’s imagina- tion. Further, it creates and sus- tains a darb of a mystery puz- zler. What more do you want for your dough, anyway? “Molinoff, or the Count in the Kitchen, by Maurice Bedel, is the best French tasty since Dekobra’s “Love Clinic.” It prances along like a Menjou scenario, delineat- ing the satirical adventures of a Russian Count whom dat ole debbil Destiny made pastry cook. When not fashioning tartes aux fraises, | he plays with the landed gentry, vacations at Biarritz and cuts figure eights in love. Then he’s jolted out of his dreams. Read what happens to him on that trip to Atlantic City, She'll like it too, if you read aloud at all well. If you liked Princess Marthe Bibesco’s “Catherine-Paris,” read her “Green Parrot.” It’s a | snappy little study in incest, the love story of a repressed gal and built along the lines of a double- barreled shotgun. ~ —Tep Suane comicbooks.com