Judge — May 31, 1930 — page 27: what you’re looking at

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ward to the International Earthly Paradise, gained by more Revolution. Which, no matter how Tory you may be, certainly ought to stir your red corpuscles a wee bit. Hats off to a fighter! Coningsby Dawson's “Fugitives of Passion” is one of those in which a great, silent man with a great, silent d, renounces Love, Life and Civil- ization because she is lousy with wealth and he has but sterling worth. And, taking his Little Kiddie b wife he has buried ‘neath the Afric jungle trees, disappears into the icy heart of British Columbia. Kiddie grows to manh falls in love with a Remittance Man’s Daughter, when Father Fixation enters and spoils Love's Young Dream. Then Came the War, Mr. Ripley! Well, we've got to leave you now, folks. We're dog-catcher about a man. Bright's “Hizzoner Mayor Thomp- Menckenesque portrait of the ago Cromwell, the subject being better than the treatment. Hesketh’s “Biographical Asides’— There’s a peach of a scrap betwe Shaw and Chesterton in the preface. rest is too profusely strewn with literary bromides. Nile’s “Free"—Good follow-up to “Condemned to Devil’s Island,” by the same author, and telling dramati- cally what happens after French penal life. With all respects to Charles Wag- ner, who compiled it—anthologies have come to stay, we're are forced to admit t Prize Poems, 1913-1930,” is pretty awful. There is something hollow to the sound of e, cummings & co, on a sunny day, with introduction by Mark Van Doren. H. W. Freeman, who gave us “Jo- seph and His Brethren,” a tip-top Wordsworthian drama of English countryside life, and from whom we naturally expected much, has taken an afternoon off and written a movie- scenario-ladies’-ma, al called “Down in the Valles Tho it purports to be a sequel to “Joseph,” the only similarity lies in the beer and the country 1 Mr. Freeman knows his art of plowing as well as the art of collecting from the dear American public. Should he ever get ambitious again he will probably write another stunner. —Trp Suane ARIS FULL-GROWN PEDIGREED Q ' CAT, NAMED OSCAR, GREW Feom fl A WILD CAT TAIL IN A SWAMP OY ON THE FARM OF CONRAD HASSEN- PREFFER NEAR FRANKLIN, IND. [42q. RE Wane, senor. K Ae. Puy, Mate Cot , Ya, - a JUDGE = « woncaly Si Mespaieee thie by the Juree PVeysHinG CO re ¢ Lo, Meo Yon tic _N& Nir Yous SEL Weilire Haute res “Ws LETTER MANED AT LAKEWOOD, OWO, LAST WEEK WAS RETURNED “TO SENDER MARKED “TNSUFFIUENT ADDRESS” el 2 AS Lone HAIR ON THE OTHER ~ WISE BALD HEAD OF GRANDPA “WILE OF East ST. Louts, fore- “TEUS CLIMATIC CHANGES, © IE ASING TEMPERATURE (T TURNS RED. COLD. IT TURNS WHITE AND WHEN A STORM 1S BREWING IT GETS CuRLY, “I'm sick o° this, Let's go over to Broadway—they’re puttin’ up an electric sign.” 26