Judge — March 15, 1930 — page 25: what you’re looking at

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= ind her clinging imps who, all during the parade, wept that they had te Bridget would try to get into Duveen Brothers’ since it looked as though it might be one—but with little success. The Duveens go in for Art, not Na- ture, Over all the clangor, weeping pipes, Trish kilts and p ing down with bloody rds seream England, flat tered streamers and ticker: ts hook Ie Hidden A. VP. the phone book whole, the dirty sneaks. They got theirs, later The day closed with beer, fights and hig political dinners at Shanley's and the Trish chop houses. Now, however, the beer has thinned nd the sperrit is low. The parad still fighting its way Whalen ‘traffic, a mere The little Trish gurruls are too busy pr: ves. moves through shadow of its former boob size. sluggishly ticing sister acts for the Loew to march, The little bhoys play ho and go to the movies. ‘The politi aderumbs at N.Y. AL re und are taking polo lessons in private. Morcover I defy you to find a livery- stable or even a White Horse (outside of the outside of a bottle) within thir- ty miles of New York. ‘The bands have been soaked up by the talkies and dance halls and what of the cops? Boorhooroohoo! —‘T » cops! There ure no more Trish cops. The old stolid flatfoot has given way freshinan from the Pol He crush hat, wears moustache, a boutonniere, and is as courteous as a floorwalker with an Abnya A accent. Also, the timid poli- s who do parade ride axis driven by hard-boiled Jewish boys JUDGE with big mama complexes. There are no more fights and the ALD. Avs (if they still exist) wander Fifth Avenue selling toy harps and shamrocks, unmolested. Not a brick flies at the Union Club and the Duveen Brothers breathe freely all day amidst their masterpieces. “Pat and) Mike jokes are admitted bores and the chain stores stay open in order that the Trish a counterboys can cS give bad tips on a Jimmy Butler's / a horses. The night is made quiet with ( a dinner given \ the Hibern Friendly Society the Astor at twenty-five plunks per platter. [tis a matter of neat swaller-tails, speeches (not spaches) and perhaps Finnegan with the unary in his throat, sinks hoighty-toighty love sonks. They say the younger intelligents: vik group amongst the Irish are re- sponsible for this rush of respecta- bility. They're selling America sciousness, Dull as it was, it will be a sad day when the St. Patrick Day parade fi ly dies away to 4 In fe will be a sad ¢ more parades. I idly dying if the old-t S spirit s the old-tiine parades necd not if they only follow my idea. Why not combine the best features of all and bolshe- con- m it t no the parade is rap- uton Vth Avenue. Even snooty bus’ nory. when there has done demolishing ‘a's Halls a in place a 200-story skyscraper with a statue of King George atop. Hihattractions Ed Wynn in ple Simon ing’s wish to be : WHALEN ST Sa LU NCR GET companied by a piano by riding on stage on a bicycle to which one is at- tached. He proceeds to follow around... . Nunnally ries in the ‘Thursday ning Post... . ‘Th headwaiter, Emil and the verry, her » Johnson's urday verry, verry n Schneider by name, verry nice food at the Chatham Hotel...) Clam-juice cock tails at the Stock Exchange Luncheon Club and also at the Parisien Rest-o rant; while at Billy Haas’s on West 15th Street: the seallops a la Knapp. Also: chopped clam pan roast at Grand Central Erster Bare... x Gard’s caricatures of the g son West t4th, whieh 1 nod pla the public relations counsels. . tion KuKu on your Wed ning raddiyo. . .... Coolidg disappearing cigar butt in the talking newsreels... . Bill, Hanemann, the near-Beerbohm of the Bookman, and his story of Master Perey. Grtyy the comicbooks.com