Judge — October 12, 1929 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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a LA High-Hattractions The ping-pong room at the Little Carnegie Playhouse... . The Lenox Athletic Club at 142nd Street and Lenox Avenue, featuring a colored review in a Chicago” atmosphere, and open until noon next ¢ “Celeb- rity Night” at ateau Madrid every Thursday... . Patchin at with MAC Place, off West a tree i > front yard... camera-shatter the Cinema on 8th Street. . Moules Marinitre (mussels) fard’s on 7th Avenue, Scrambled eggs and on West 43rd § The Air Circus every Keating, the ma- College motif Tuesdays and Frid: ‘arfanarf at Frenchy when the whirl i rest elt Field. 2. . aze by Sherm Jones and I arlie! I gotta new job ing for es, 11th floor Graybar Building, which is the finest layout of its kind in town. me!... Amusing cases in Night Court at 10 P.M. on 54th Street... . The night view of Boredway from the Astor roof... . Immortalia, containing the unexpurgated ballads, “Down in the Lehigh Valley,” “Christopher Co- lumbo,” ete., ete. (only sold by bookleggers). . The private Pullman sid- ing under the new Wal- dorf Hotel, which will liminate kissing in the and Central Terr +» Merchandise from F nova Roof... . tomato “joice. cocktail. 2...) The Britton’s Houseparty, started during my k Morse, viz Dinner -50 at the Dome on 8th Street... MRS. REIDS MoP AAD BROOM CLoSeET — JUNIOR WANTS TO LINE THERE — Park. =f \ATE ley’s delivered in Ned Goodman's old Benz limousine... . Cora Potts by Ward Greene. ... The oyster bar in the Grand Central, lower leve Der Rauchzi mer (no can padlock) on the S. Bremen... Playing red-d with Vasilka Petrova at 5 A.M. Who Wants a White Elephant? Mrs. Reid and I are ina quandary over the problem of her sion on Madison Avenue be- yn 50th and Sst Streets, ex- tending half a block back toward She can’t live in it because servant problem—they of the kick up their heels at the distances they have to traverse in the fulfillment of — their daily task. For in- stance, the butler, an- swering the doorbell, has to walk over a block to see who's at the front door, several more blocks to find Mrs. Reid, who may Y be on the 50th or 51st Nae ~ Street side of the house or in the linen closet between Mad- ison and Park; then all the wa ck to the door to tell the caller, allow strangers t sin the en’ or xeuse me, Sir, but Mrs. Reid has left word that she's exploring some rooms she didn’t know ex- isted on the third floor, If B43~, 7 / oR Sy a) ( Eq é ) te i, THE MEW COIN GUESSING GAME you'll a few hours I'll try to 4 message through to he Several trips of this kind constitute a real day's work, and it’s no wonder the poor man is too tired at night to ‘y body up to his wretched little 5,000- berries-a-front-foot suite. As for selling the prop- erty, Mrs. Reid won't listen to my advi It seems that the old dwelling is steeped (Continued on page 25)