Judge — August 9, 1930 — page 26: what you’re looking at

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Trarric Cop—By golly, I’ve got to reduce. Demonstrator—I’m glad it’s turned a bit rough, sir, so you can see how nicely she handles in a heavy sea. 2+ JUDGING BOOKS A mr naive from being fed too much beer at too early an age, we never have been able to understand how Scandi could produce de- lightful farce. We imagined the place as Ellison Hoover would: Scandinavia by One Who Has Never Been There: an ice-bound hodgepodge of Ibsen, sour milk, sardines in oil, Tahnstuck- p-riding. deep- ¥ masseuses named Hilda, 4 "and knackebrod. Literarily, we knew, regularly as clockwork, someone named Selma Oolv: would emerge from the fastnesses to snatch off Prize with a ten-ton tetralogy, ¢ “Ashes of the Soil, | about the no- | bility built up in peasants by virtue of | their struggles with Nature. But for | j j 4 | a nd to be a froth would be like an interior decorator to be a natural. A race which had to remove so many bearskins to 1 » love could hardly be interested in the higher mathe matics of the matter. Which is where the lecture comes to a point. To wit, a very witty and intelligent Norwegian, urd Hoel, has upset all these vile misconceptions with a very witty and intelligent farce, “Sinners in Summertime Not only is his book a liberal education which enables you to distinguish a Swede from a Norskie, but it reveals a talent for farce considerably high in the scale of such things. Not formu larized and sterile farce done in the Gallic manner, but farce involving human creatures with vital powers ar- } rayed in normal doings. The story is of several y who go off for a ion w young women, purpose: hard work. Nothing will interrupt this work; they will not fall in love, grow jealous or complex in any shape, size or smell over each other. No, the. ticates, superior pattern, too. before long they are so involved with each other in such a criss-cross of af. fection, it becomes as complic: cross-section of the life. Moral: love distempers ever: thing. And, if you don't get a out of these high posturings, explo- sions, backfires and quarrels, all in the name of the Grand Passion, well— you deserve one. ] Ww: were getting along famously in H. G, Wells’ “Autocracy of Mr. Parham” when suddenly the lights went out in the book and Mr, Wells went psychic. There he had been right before us, being very amusing and wise about people, manners and things in his talented way, when quick as a flash he pulled the dirty trick. (Continued on page 31) comicbooks.com