Judge — August 16, 1930 — page 21: what you’re looking at

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y bit of the life of a well-known York press-agent, a girl who knew what she wanted and’got it. She is not handled with orchids and per- fumes by Mme. Brody, and one won- ders how the book came to be written. Where did Miss Brody get her ma- Was it provided by the “hero- Is it a piece of female spite? for the heroine? rather continuing facetious, we offer “Visa to France” as good nd hammock reading. It. di- Imost exactly what takes place rench watering place, presenting 1 clevah gale of summer board- ers thru which barges a youn thor carrying a notebook, trying to “Scotland-Yard” material for his next novel. Sappishly, he misses everything, altho drama pops. furi- ously right under his not so very long nose. La Sharp's “Rhododen- dron Pie,” rating highly, concerns a family of English sop es, rich in wit, wine-tastes, and tradition, and what happens to them who make life a foible, a thing different, an odd event. Younger generation by specie, the book avoids “youth in rebellion,” ‘youth necking at the prom, in the palms around the swimming pool,” ind “youth in disillusion,” and is just what it is—a witty, delightful book with lots of aimless, bright conversa- tion, “Youth Dares All" is anony- mous and funny in a loud way. It seems to be a burlesque on the Ameri- can Success novel, but is hard to clas- sify. Outwardly it is the picaresque story of an American loud-speaker who makes good and marries the girl after incredible but American adven- tures in high finance, mud-low finance and what have you. We liked it thoroly. O W.’s » Bed of Roses” is the * autobiography of a member of the oldest profession in the world and is told without benefit of Bernarr den. Thus it lacks the True Confession touch which makes truth stranger than fiction. It becomes, cr, living evidence thru its utter naiveté, setting down, as it does, the life of a girl who goes wrong thru a stepmother, leads a terribly drab and commercial life, the monotony of which is painfully sorry. —Tep Suane vulges ig adn nag 2 Customen—And how much do I owe you for the extra oil? “What oil?” “The oil you left on the upholstery.” L “Isn't he stunning!!” “Yes, but you should have seen some of the ones that got away! 19 comicbooks.com