Judge — January 25, 1930 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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GL. The Way of All Flash “AY mi, ah mi,” sighed the Gay- Old-Dorg-of-before-the-war as he and Junior sat around one of your and your and your hot-tone night clubs, trying hard not to look like a couple of Frank C “Look around you and tell me if this can be night life? Can this be a gilded den of vice to which one flees from the cares and bores of da a stuffed god and ready for action? C hur? “I'll up like a man and shout, ‘He!l, no!’ up and say that you, Junior, know nothing about night clubs. You still puled and tore your stockings when night clubs were what I mean—night clubs. Now they are nothing but deserted ginger-ale-bottle storerooms. People are as interested in them as they are in Mah Jong. Federal agents no longer bother padlock- ‘ampbell salesmen. » dressed n this be Further, I'll ANENN-TWyREE SKIDDgo!! ing them, knowing them to be that in- nocuous. They don't bother pad- locking anything else, but I sup- pose they are too busy at the shooting-gal- leries. Nossir, people prefer to stay at home, partying and joking about each other's wives in the hearthy way. Or of course go to sh! parlors and grow maudlin over the days when it cost less and was better. The sooner the few remaining night clubs—and there are a few good ones—get hep to themselves, turn in their awning hangings for red plush carpet; change their eight-dollar caviar to two-dollar table d’hétes; and bore a peephole into their cellar door, they'll be doing them- selves more good than sticking around dead on their feet. As Confucius used to ‘Night clubs without open-work drinking are only come-ons for dance athletes and oil barons with other women from Tulsa.’ So there. “Let me open my waistcoat more, expand and go com- pletely whimsey. I'll tell you of the days when boys and girls were gay and didn’t act so; when champagne was Ate MOMENT AT RECTOR'D \ “L made from grapes and not apple juice; and people didn’t | ain to im- agine they were being dangerous as hell and awfly modern. Ah, Junior, 1, those were the days, if I may, those-were-the-days you for the non A slipper was something to tos ve tos! t young women with. Hihats were made for kicking off and not to crown inferiority com- plexes from the lower East Side. Nor did anyone jump and try to think of other when a cork popped. Full regalia was worn comfortably and for contrast with the poor, without whom there would be no elegance. Even the poor were poorer in those days and could be distinguished from the swanks of today. “And the places where we cut our g figures! Rector’s, frinst. Ah, d old Rector’s!: Sparkling wines at five dollars Enough room to shoe a horse, dance a giddy waltz or the more dar- ing bunny hug. Blaz- ing lights, glorious abandon, gallantry and charming drunkenness. The John Held college boy had not yet been born, But Tremaine, the Yale halfback, was there h Grace la Church, from wt the Follies, and next week his family would offer her fifty thou- sand to give him up and unsmirch the family name. She would re- fuse, but sue him the fol- lowing week for heart balm. Conver- sation would include such jolly hahas as ‘Twenty-three, (Continued on page 32) names | inf om ci i yu ; |pasued DAVLAEATAT DELMocoS comicbooks.com