Judge — September 14, 1929 — page 31: what you’re looking at

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Captain Partridge’s Last Stand (Continued from page 10) elbow. The captain arose, | exeusing himself, and left. His three messmates, wrought up to a fine point, waited impatiently speculating the whilst as to the outcome of his story. Several moments later, Captain Partridge re-entered, calmly refilling his pipe. He sank back into his chair with a sigh and was be- sieged with questions and anxious requests to finish his narrative “What happened, demanded} or Goldfarb ex- citedly as they all leaned forward on tenterhooks. “Tell us, w happened?” Captain Partridg hesitated; his lips parted and a tender look which none of them had ever seen crept into the cold blue eyes of the old martinet. “Well,” he said at last, “I—er | I slept in the armchair all | night and had breakfast the next morning with the lady's hus- band.” Judging the Shows (Continued from page 16) than Miss Georgia. Written in so many scenes th x movie, in comparison, was a passport pho- it sought to display Miss ’s life and times from the age of eleven to twenty-one. We saw Miss Georgia, poor soul, be- ittered about by fate like Vestris in petticoats. When she wasn’t starving she was being se- duced and when she n't being | seduced she was at least’ being coveted. She got it both ways from the jack in New Rochelle, Larchmont, Maine and back in old | New Rochelle » where she died. And all to the tune of the | sourest- playwriting heard here- abouts in many years. The audi ence, unable to restrain itself, along toward quarter past nine let itself go in guffaws. The laughter got so loud at twenty minutes of ten, indeed, that it woke up three of the reviewers who, bewildered at the roars, thought that they must be at “It’s A Wise Child” and began applauding lustily. What a night! Or Six Husbands Polygamy would never work in this country. Think of six wives in a kitchenette! —Everyesopy’s Werkiy EMBARRASSING MOMENTS When the market collapses and your broker makes a mar- gin call, and your bank balance is $1.47, be nonchalant ..; LIGHT A MURAD. “But Tene hy shouldn’ 1 Lappearin the Pageant like this?” “Why Woman, it would be suicide! The instant you came on, the entire audience would race right home for their Flit.” 29