Judge — August 31, 1929 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE WIG High Hattractions “Ticker,” the new Wall Street game... Max Rosen's fish market on Orchard Street, off the Bowery, at 11 P.M... . The swimming pool in the Barbizon +. + Burt's English brog Stone Street below Wall push-cart stable at 170 Street... Lobster thermidor in the lobby of the Barclay . . . Briggs’ cartoons . . . Lee eream soda for 8 cents at the corner of Allen and Rivington . . . The good-looking barnacle who purchased an extra chair on the Bay State Limited so she could put her feet up... Salted peanuts at the A&P. . Rolls Razors . . . “Hangar 13” at Roosevelt field where pilots whisper for bottled tail-spins . .. The Hupmobile advertisement of Rosamond Pinchot. Along Broadway in Disguises snubbed into solitaire! ... That's what we were. So Mac and I glued hair on our faces, donned wigs, and, mounting our two-wheclers, set out for the exclusive and smart Casanova Club on West 52nd. Mae was disguised ay “Sonny” Whitney, while I masqueraded as Neysa MeMein’s husband. Jack [WA T= awanath (or August Heck- sher, if you were sitting on the other side of the room). We drew up in our sport tandems and had, as our back-seat d a couple of worms who wo and blonde wigs. Let us them Maude and Peggy for short. They were from Philadelphia and yawned incessantly. Even our best friends were aw baw'ed up and didn’t ex- peet us, My false beard itched something fierce and, any- ay, I was getting fed-up on being Jack Bar: wanath, so I traded chin-straps with Mac—he suddenly became Jack Baragawanath (or Neysa MeMein, in the dimmed lights), and I snapped into a rapid “Sonny” Vanderbilt Whitney. The dis- guise was complete except for the bank account. ed in these réles until Jerry Friedman me,” at I traded wigs with Maude and eu) xed hurriedly to the room upholstered in mirrors, and left Neysa MeMein's husband, The Duchesse de Gramont and “Sonny” to pay the check and become “Distinguished in the Society of Five Nations” for Pond’s Extract. (Continued on page 26) vA d WHEN JUNIOR AND 1 HAVE NOTHING To Do —(NOTHING MIND You) WE DROP IN AT GUY HOFYS STODO. HE'S NEVER “Too BUSY TO PLAY A LILT ON “THE HARMONICA. (HE HAS OVER Sik THOUSAND HARMONICAS/) MR. HOFFS GENIUS CA! “THE HARMONICA SHOULD BE CALLED To Some Bob's ATTETION —SoMEBCDY SUCHAS THE NATIONAL LEAGUE FOR THE EAFORCEMENT OF PEACE” OR GROVER WHALEN, MAYBE. HE HAS PRACTICALLY GWEN UP TASTE DRAWING- TOR THE NARMONICA. HE SAYS THe PASTEL. DUST GETS WTO THE HARMONICA HOLES AND SOME DAYS HE CANT PLAY A THING! | HAVENT MUCH 76 SAY ABOUT IT ONE WAY OR ANGTHER [DEF teRaL me 5 * micbooks.com