Judge — June 29, 1929 — page 34: what you’re looking at

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POT MS poe SO Mipsient Reapen Judging the Shows (Continued from page 16) Topeka of around half past: three in the mornings. After the various characters had the usual trouble with the light switches, due to bad) stagehand synchronization, and after one of the leading actors finally got around to re membering his lines, the action called for the snapping of a flash an odd habit in breaking light photograph by one of the Villains, a stagehand obligingly making the appropriate flashlight tly four minutes late. In so ar as 1 could make out during these contretemps what the proceedings were about, it seemed that the play concerned a character borrowed from Ludwig ‘Thoma’s “Moral” who was try- ing to get himself out of a pickle with a woman in order to retain his moral standing in the com- munity. The dialogue was of the talkie species; the acting was pretty terrible; the author's in vention was hardly up to that of king powder can and resined string telephone; and the critical vallot box the next morning duly ked like a hail storm in Africa. Ii. By way of a season's résumé, out of a total of more than 150 plays, exclusive of revivals, pro- duced up to the moment of wri ting, the following ten impressed us being the most entertain- “The Front Page,” “Heavy “The High Road.” “Lit I'm sorry 1 ever applied for the teler sion service in connection with mystery stories! the Accident.” The acred Flame, Holid treet s ne,” Harlem.” “Journey's End.” and “Bird in Hand.” And of these, “Heavy ‘Trath The High Road.” “Holiday” and “Little Accident” were relatively negligible. The Theatre Guild's Yeur was surely not to its credit. The Civic Repertory Theatre did a heroic jot in the way of play but its E are still very poor. The Province towners d'd nothing and the New Playwrights’ Theatre did less. It Was not a season in any direction to do much whooping for. product formances Winning Solution of Judge’s Mystery Contest No. 8 10 awarded to Vivienne Chadwick, Langley Park, Napa, California. Dear Murderous Editor:— At the last minute my con- science forces me to confess... Once I was Mrs. Eresby. My husband adored erullers, cup- cakes, and me. One afternoon I him some cupeakes. Alas, were our ruin! He swore they were like bricks, refused to touch them, and left me forever! But always I kept the fatal cakes, vowing veng ace! Came the Charity bazar, When T heard of the cruller booth I knew my time had come. [stole into the Garden one night. con cealed my cakes in the Monte zuma headdress, and wired this to a hidden switch For years [had cultivated Jud- son's Health Centre, feeding it tutti-frutti, and tea r it to come at my whistle. Some tine 1 would need its help... Then the pageant. Boldly I came down the aisle At the sight of me. Eresby fainted. In- stantly omy faithful Health Centre touched the switch. The headdress shot up, exploded, and a cake struck Eresby on the head, killing him instantly. To- gether Health Centre and I fled. You will never find us. I have had Centre enlarged and equip ped with hot and cold) running water. Together we have found happiness. Cimeus Ownen—Snap into it, you loafers!. You've got to get more action into this thing! comicbooks.com