Judge — March 29, 1930 — page 27: what you’re looking at

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LK the crowded floor of the Salle Mo- derne at the Pennsylvania to find my- self matched with none other than Jeff. He had double-crossed me, the mucker. There I stood, trained to razor edge—you couldn't have seen me sideways, I was that fine—ready for the battle of my life. The um- pires stood ready, the spectators jammed the sides of the room filled the air with their light Leaping lightly over the net and all, I shook hands with M ing quaintly, “May the best mi wi d ‘leaped “back to position n. Which will give you a rough of my condition. The signal to play was given. Grasping my racket firmly, I waited for Jeff's serve. It ca and went. I'd reached for it, but couldn't lift my arm, And then it came in a flash that I was doomed. I couldn't go on with the match, For, and you could have knocked me over with a Mack truck, Jeff's training had swelled my biceps so tremendously that I was muscle bound. I had to quit. I leapec the net and congratulated him, and they led me away, tears streaming down my cheeks. Ah, 1, there is consolation. I think I'll take the muscle and challenge Phil Scott or Carnera. Love Note | ee two glasses with a “liquid.” Then declare you can tell whether a person is in love. Ask the playee to hold his hands out, palm downward. Place a glass in the middle of the ba of each hand. Become stagey, di your watch and pretend the tri takes a minute. Then stall along by REHEARSING ATTITUDES FOR BAWLING OUT AN UMPIRE! saying something flaring about his love complex. He'll probably take pride in keeping the glasses steady. Then excuse yourself and completely ignore the victim, leaving him to his . He to his few senses about this stage of the game and try to put the glasses down. Whereupon the fun begins. It can’t be done. Try it your- self. Keep well out of range, lest the fall y decides to rid of them by heav- ing. Hihattractions Bu: McGrenay’s tour of the darker places of the Old World as he reports it in the Herald Trib. ... Milt Gross’ noospapair heds for Fe Brights’ “Be Yourself,” hah turrible tukkink peckchoor; and everything Milt id Len y to the § it being a of trickery to way any of the secrets of magic, at Sid adept. . Banning’s Goose Censored,” funniest blackouts of the year... . Line- plunging at Macy’ for the book coun- ters, where littatoor costs less. . . . Lord Aberdare, who, un- 23 7 NoW- WIND IT 4 ALL BY YouRSELE! ACESS WUNIOR'S FIRST TRAINING STEP WAS DISCARDING WS SELF WINDING \WNRIST WATCH AND DONNING ONE “HAT HE HAD 76 WIND! able to win the court tennis champion ship in England, migrated to America to turn the trick here. His giraffe service hit the high spots in the fastest game seen at the Racquet Club since the days of young Jay Gould... . Bert Lahr (the ass) in “Flying High.” Best Steppers “Sing, You Sinners.”—The Hatters—Victor, High “Just Can't Be Bothered Her’—Lombardo—Columbia -Jupce, Jr. With A PHILHARMONIC GANDUCTER TRAINS JUNIOR, LETTING WM DIRECT A SYMPHONY /N ° “TRIPLE MARCH Time! comicbooks.com