Judge — August 3, 1929 — page 23: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Fairy Tales Consider the Summer Hotel hey will you kids stop richo- shaing down the corridors of the surfside house long enough to listen to my blurb on hotel life beside the restless sea and now if you little poison snatchers and dead star fish and crab curators will gather around me in the writing room we will proceed to disturb the having a fine timers and x rkers and now elwell stop scratching your sunburn and mary louise please gle those snails and pres- seashore horseshoe crab and lola be quict with those id toys thank you children and now to unwind ‘my yarn well the summer was. well along at the surfside house and mrs pursell had blancoed = mr pursells buckskin shoes for the z8th time and little j had gotten her full complement of freckles and when = mrs __ bell rang twice for ice water it came instead of a chambermaid and mr boyles tennis racket hadnt broken in the thick seashore fog and when he dropped a_ tennis ball it bounced back and didnt t like a wet sponge and for breakfast the hotel served huckle- berries from which every husk had been carefully removed and the forsythe brats did not collect Jor Core dorm to study. What the national game will deteriorate into if the kids have no lots left them to practise on. menus and steal all the time tables out of the rack in the lobby or lose the key to the bath house and no mosquitoes could — get through the sercens of the surf- side house and the prevailing rains didnt come in through the open window and soak mrs dill- seys evening gown oh no the maid remembered to shut the win- dow and in the big ball game between the help and the guests mr sawyer didnt get spiked by the bell’ captain or the chef and there were no evening sleight of hand performances or benefits or armenians selling embroidery made in jersey city or irish linen made in fall river and one eve ning the three picce orchestra played something beside the pagan love song and there were spots here and there on the beau- tiful surfside house golf course where there wasnt a bs bush or a mr cullen te four kids how to ex: te with a niblick and sonny boy and sonny girl didnt make bosom com- panions of bell hop number 7 or the porter or the head waiter or the violin player and want to adopt them all into the family and now children its time for bed and the surfside house has retired in a body so scamper down the resounding corridors and a new ruxton roadster to the brat that wakes up the most guests. —Jack Crvetr comicbooks.com ——]