Judge — December 28, 1929 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE | Good News, Bibliophiles! paugh wishes to get information Heedless of warni from the other By S. J. Perelman passengers, he applies at the cigar counter on C deck. | “Pardon me, 1 should like some in | formation,” falters Peckinpaugh, | Some what? demands the clerk brutally. Met first-edition collectors will go pages there is not one word to offend hot and cold all over when they even the most delicate-minded reader. hear that the new passenger list of An ideal book for youngsters from six the S. S. Republic, west-bound from to sixty. Cherbourg to New York, is out again, On P. 2 the action gets under packed with surprises and sly good way with a bang with “Informati humor. Richly bound in half Turk, for Passengers.” “An information “Information.” stammers Peckin paugh. here’s a man been sleeping verth the last four hts. under my and every time I get up dur we the the type in this edition is set in Gold. bureau,” says the author with twin f i farb Old Stylo—neat but not Goudy, kling eyes, “has been provided for the DIBht for a glass of water he tick the soles of my feet. I—I want some information about him,” Such a situation can only end in disaster, as Mr. Peckinpaugh soon finds out, for in a trice the clerk has stuffed his mouth with cigars and he is being borne off to the kitehen to be chopped up and made into curry. Just one instance among hundreds of the folly of not reading “Passenger List” carefully. Can you picture the feel ings of Mrs. Peckinpaugh and her children when they wait for Mr. Peck inpaugh at the pier and instead meet acurry? It would give rice to a tense seene indeed, At this point the love interest. in “Passenger List” begins to rear. its Under the significant title "we read: “The baggage lowed to keep one out of every twenty ripe trunks he sorts, but must not keep any green ones for himself.” Nevertheless, as the story unfolds, we see to speak. “Passenger List” is dar- passengers. All. inquiries for infor- ly handled and developed, and mation should be addressed to that | from the first to the bewildering — office.” What dry crackling wit the i climax on Page 24 there is not one oman has! Let us suppose t a re- | idle moment. And yet in all those tired dry-fly fisherman named Peckin- SS ee whimsical vignette of the b. nd his motley band of urchins sr cautiously into Farmer Zola’s orchard and rifling it of green trunks, on which they later feast. But what is this? On Page 9 the plot suddenly takes a new turn, for here is the very meat of the tale, a breezy and intimate picture of all our fellow-passengers! Good old Doc- tor Harvey P. Flug and Mrs. Flug, not to mention Harrison Fister and G. Ransom Flebworth! And, skipping to the B's, who will ever forget that sparkling funsmith, R. K. Bulkis, and i | wife, or George M. Bayswater, or Miss h] Grace Bratcher with child? Or do | i . you think the years will ever efface | the memory of Celia Zinkeiser, Benj. { j Zemil, and Serge Zcjasny? No, a GWAN, YOURE JUST A PERMANENT iivvindtines no!” q From now on our tale slowly but 1 , i WAIF,BERATED THE BOSS BARBER oy nears its inevitable end. In one | close-packed page, 17 to 18 inclusive, | Like to compound a felony? Here's a nice one, compounded of we sce how the barometer works, what hi] two parts of felony, one part of simony, a pinch of pussy-willow, and the difference in time is between Paris | | a kiss in the dark. Bunoran: “Is the master of the house in?” and Milk City, Montana, and why | | Stavey: “Nav, he’s out.” Beratar: “Have you paid your dog those lines on the map are called i | license?” Suavey: “We ain't got no dawg.” Burorar: “O, K.; I’m platitude and longitude. Port and cent | here to tune the piano.” Slice up that lemon moron pie, Martha; starboard, neap tides, and measuring } | we're having the Babbitts in to chow this P. M. (Continued on page 32) mee | » | bf comicbooks.com