Judge — November 23, 1929 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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= Oa Great Boy Makes Good Y Your own S. J. PERELMAN’S incomparable book awn msbershs Roenge S.J.PERELMAN Judge readers who have been erying for "More Perelman” can now keep a copy of their favor. ite author's book on the library table. It’s bound in mock plush, but the insides are all velvet. Words and pictures by the mas- ter himself. t) As screamingly cock-eyed as an insane asylum on a ftoman holiday. Parodies, puns, gage, pictures and giddy kids bom- bard you on every page.” —Ted Shane, Judge SF 4 "From the moment I picked up poe book until I put it down, was convulsed with laughter. Some day I intend reading it.” —Groucho Marx Violently illustrated. Priceless ($2.00) To your Bookseller or HORACE LIVERIGHT 61 W. 48th St, New York City Please send me copies of Dawa Closberg’s Revenge 2.00 per (Add 10¢ each for postage.) The Press Box Accurate Comment on the Business of Sport by Westbrook Pegler Every Week in Ties of Steel and Love (Continued from page 9) certainly light on your feet,” he said admiringly. “You'll light’ on your head, if you aren't careful,” I "said mischievously, “Are you a colleg girl?” he then asked, laughin ; [ told him, “I have never went to coll 1 am self-made = “But no kidding,” he said, “haven't I met you before somewheres? aren't fro No, R. 1," [answered smili tickled him so that I thought die. “G dimp| You remind me of someone [ knew once, long and Providence, are y would gosh, but you've got a swell far away.” “Never heard of her,” [answered rather curtly, The dance ended, and we drifted through the door and out into the moonlight, Wesley broke off a branch of honeysuckle and put several blos- ms in my naturally wavy hair. Their sweet fragrance went to my head and made the moonlight worse th Soft musie was wafted thre “Don't you think we'd better go back and dance?” I said weak | “No,” he said in a tone Thad never | heard a man use before. I looked up at him questioningly and the next see- ond his arms were around me and his ghing mouth, now serious, was ssed to mine as though he would print the largest newsstand circula- tion in the world on my heart. The “Thank goodness the dirt in the flower-pot!” moonlight, the music, the intoxicati scent of the honeysuckle, the glin of Wesley's uniform were overpower ing me. “Rosie!” he murmured. “Wesley! 1 breathed. Everything was just going zavz rino, when a handsome young 1 stepped out of the bushes with a pl tographer and asked us to pose several pictures for the issue of his magazine, which we luctantly consented to do. That was three years ago. It never seen Mammy and Charley sinc but beeause they read this magazin I am writing this story to let th: know that Iam very happy and sy) preciate all they did for me. Par ticularly Mammy. I know now what ut . Wise Mammy she was and how her insistence on my Physical Culture, a Macfadden put lication, fitted me to bear the Twitch: name. Judging the Movies (Continued from page 23) those old stories about the cowboy and his horse to the modern screen, threw in good dialogue—when it was used —and the best horse race I have ever seen in the movies. “The Li Trail” is the title, and it bh thing should hav mov and action, 4 you will find its frank senti ment and unpretentious story welcome and entertaining. 28 comicbooks.com