Judge — April 26, 1930 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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“I Doubt It” Deal out all the cards around the table. The first player la yo num- ber of cards face down on the table, stating that they frinstance, “three queens.” The next player must follow this lay-down in numcrical se- quence and lay down, let's say, “four kings.” erat any time may “I pubt it,” anc Id someone do so at this point, the four kings oo! are turned face up. If they prove not to be four are, kings, the one doubted must pick up all the ecards on the table and add them to his own hand. However, should they tually be four kings, then the doubter shs instead. 1 do so In event of there being no doubting, the next player must lay down any number of aces. And so on till someone is doubted. The game is over when one of the players has gotten rid of his whole hand by hook or crook. It is a game that must be played fast and loose, the bluffing at all times flying furious. The pay-off is to the winner at so much a spot or card. If more than six play, use two decks. High Hat Trail azed to enable you to imagine you are an old European custom, this No Spik Inglis Trail, excluding the Portuguese, the Armenians and the Greeks, is respectfully yours. Not a word of English will be heard over a speck of it. Ellis Island, reached by pass and special ferry, is where the trail is horn. See the crude material which JUDGE America will eventually polish off into push-carteers, heavyweight wrestlers, putters-on-the-spot and billionaires with skyscraper family trees. ‘Thence Chinatownwards for a dish of that fine Yankee repast, Yar Go Main, thought up by a Roumanian cook in a Frisco Coffee Pot. Thomashefski’s Y id - dish Theatre is a pas- eB ; | } (nt trami throw away on Houston Strect, next to the National Winter Garden. At Thom- ashefski’s we'll hear young Jolsons moan mammale sonks about the joys of climbing on mammatle’s listening to. which is somebody's peculiar idea of fun at a musi- cal comedy. The Bow- cry Mission, around the corner, is a sermon in tongues. The Mis- sion would have been a good place to start this trail from scratch. On, on now to the Proletcos Cafeteri at Union Square, where the Com- munists eat milk and crackers in order to work up red corpuscles. Ask Whalen to dinner here some night; he'd be simply crazy about it. On Seventh Avenue, around the Thirties, we'll look over the Gannent Workers thronging the streets, reviling progress, the capitalists and each other. The offices of Waterson, Berlin and ‘der, not being far off, let's drop in and get an earful of “‘deerolld: hal,” “sheezgottafassina- tinwawknbabeetawk” and lap— 5) } — Ee “cubryinferra carrali- yins.” The New Yorker has its reception rooms on Forty-fifth Street. | Stop in for some nice L Don’t-these-carrings- make-me-look-gypsie !” whimsey. Then head for the N.B.C. studios, on Uppah Fithavenoo, to listen to the broad x hoop-oop-a Park Av being within si range, we'll hie over to catch Alcy Hemingbot- tom de Ferencucumber (formerly Grace de Church of the Scandals) give orders to a doorman in tones she im agines the Cabots use only in talking to God. The English ‘Tearoom isn’t r. Here we will glut over English juveniles spouting about the “mater zawfli’ settup ovah my being in Ame thing We'll escape to Yorkville, where on Eighty-sixth, below Third, we'll stop at Maxl's for suds and Bavarian wise- (You can most of this Yorkville suds on a victrola, the needle being so sharp in it.) And up among (Continued on page 31) rica, you know, owld prune, old comicbooks.com