Judge — August 9, 1930 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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.—— ro pee JAM For St. George and Deah OP Brooklyn r you can find it, the St. G pool over in Brooklyn will repay your dropping in. It reminded me of Murray’s with the old revolving floor. Maybe, however, it was 1 who re- GERATING P SD cugHT 76 SHCTGEN. MOORS DOWN ATEW MORE Poko! volved, what with the heat and those mirrors, I can’t imagine a worse } in which to get away with anythi even a bucket of the salt water from the pool. When you swim on your back, you stare up into myriads of mirrors; swim on cither side, and you stare into more tairrors. Lights are every- where, under the , over the water and end- lessly multiplied by those mirrors. And above the hollow echo of voices, flung back and forth across the pdol, rises the sound of a radio loud speak Which is not so JUDGE t \ good. But the salt water is with- out a trace of chlorine (I didn’t say nawthin’ about chorine, Eg- bert), and there you Of course, if you happen to get con- fused and leap from a. spring: board into a mirror, that's your tough luck. at that cuti ward glance, And no making eyes cither, via the up- For Men and Women Only! ue old masculine gawge rises when I look around and sce women walk in where only men formerly dared to tread. Par ex- ample, each night the train that scoots me to Stamford turns over several smoking-car seats to the phrails, Among them is a red-haired gal whose look of defiance scares from sharing her seat with seem as tho she were doing it on a bet. The smokers’ seats on the rear of the Vth Avenoo buses are filled with lady putfers. Women are in the speakeasies; the old Hofbraus; in barber-shops; and they get in your hair. No laugh is so loud and clear at burlesque shows as. the feminine tinkle, and they even have gotten into men’s pants, judging from the way things look at the beach clubs. “(This is a genuine hihatroc- ity.) They even wander into dog wagons, unescorted, at four A. M.— the hour of evil. In England the situ- n gets worse. A woman won the ial derby; a woman flew to Aus- Not ‘NGWHER WoRD AGIA, WOMEN IN \ DETEND f a woman won the crack-shot inst the best shots in the em- nd a woman is challenging Gar Wood for the -boat champion- ¢ Wethered can sur golfers (Bobby Jones excepted, sap) with one hand holding her lipstick. Eskimo Klassy Kuts ov all must know about the clothes explorers w : fitted with electric-} The heat is supplied’ by a battery concealed somewhere in the boots or hat. Well, why doesn’t General Motors go into the Pants Business (they're in almost every other trade) and apply the same “Kool Klothes for Torrid I'll even give them a theme song which will ro: “Refrigerated , Don't Choo y to Tce-Cold Me!” I know a girl who doesn't nced anything like this: she does it with a look, But I've been lucky at times, too! NCIDENTALLY, how about some Endurance Rec- ords for Keeping Down? Who has been kept tinker- ing under a car > longest? Who (Continued on page 32) comicbooks.com