Judge — September 14, 1929 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE High-Hattractions st melba at the Roosevelt. . The marquee during the Na- tionals at Forest Hills. . .. Christ- mas card ideas in the Metropoli- tan Museum of Art... . The N.Y.A.C’s automatic stock board, which records your loss so quick you can’t feel it... . The hors d° oeuvres at Gus's revised stable on 52nd... . The banking facilities at the Parisien Restaurant « + Bouillabaisse for lunch among the men who daily make financial history, at Taupier’s, 23 William Street... . “Some Handy Hints for the Telephone User,” by Corey Ford in the current Vanity Fair... . The wrapping-paper tablecloths, torn off fresh for cach party, at Joe’s Kitchen on 3rd Avenue. ... The sewed-in pants crease on the Postal Telegraph boys. . . . The homelike atmos- phere and good food at the Rochambeau, corner 11th and 6th Avenue. ..."Dawn Ginsberg’s Revenge” by Sid Perelman. . The billiard room at the Shelton. ... The Boston booklegger who was caught selling fake stuff... . Reuben's special sandwich. . . Arnold Johnson's, Brunswick: Pretty Little Maid of Old Madrid... . The built- partment in the new Hotel Delmonico, designed by Lee Simonson— the only movable picce in the whole suite being the tenant if he doesn’t pay 000 per. The Compleat Tangler Last Sunday morning at four-thirty Mac and I set out from the battery on the fishing boat Effort II, Captain Gus Rau commanding. The party in- cluded Bobbé Arnst, Frances Williams, Jack White, Jimmie Walker, Fred Fletcher, Calvin Coolidge, a taxidermist named Walton Winchell, and a_ pail of minnows from Earl Carroll's Sketch Book. At five o'clock a school of porgics started chas- ing us around the harbor but we finally outdistan them. Mac advised us not to bother with porgies because the small bones stick in your throat, and, anyway, there wasn't any room in the boat for them. At last we came to the fluke beds off the Jersey BATME LANDED “THE BUTTON Hacks Se NR. WR CATCH! \ N A SPRITED i — A coast. The usual bait for fluke is a small piece of wool blanket, but this time of year they are particu- larly fond” of oysters. Miss Williams opened a dozen, but » ate them all before she could bait her hook. After a 40-minute fight with one of the finny tribe, Sir Winchell got hopelessly tangled in the propeller and was dragged overboard. Finally we were foreed to cut the line and let him go— another prize beauty lost. That about completes our day of sport, except for the fact that Captain Rau presented us with a nice fat bill after we docked. He almost had us— but we got away. Between Courses When Mrs. Marsh has finished boring you with her European trip, ask Mr. Marsh, by way of getting even, to tell you, without looking, whether the numbers on his watch are Roman or Arabic. . . . Now ask him to draw the “four” on a picce of paper. . ss Still not looking, sk him to draw the ‘six... Try it your- self without pecking. Instead of matching quarters, I prefer to have the bunch line up their quarters on the black notes in the middle octaves of a pl Start it playing the pot. r-piano. . . . +++ The last quarter to fall off wins Davenport, Davenport & Davenport The difference between Edgar B. Davis’ Ladder and Butler Davenport’s David Garrick is that the Ladder was absolutely free of charge, while Butler Davenport passes a basket between acts and ex pects, at least, some buttons and a couple of safety pins. Davenport's at 138 East 27th Street is the only free theatre in America, except the one my kid sister runs in our barn at 2 pins admission. There's no doubt as to who’s head man down there. Davenport's Theatre—Butler Davenport, Director; A Drama in Four Acts by Butler Davenport; David Joslin... . Butler Daven- port. Review: “This theatre is making theatrical history—Davenport.”