Judge — August 16, 1930 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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een Tema nel RET JUDGE \AIG HH It's Still Boloney! We it looks as if the delicates- sen store owners have finally re- volted against the drug stores for their sandwich and dill pickle On Fiftieth Street, near Sixth, I've found a delicatessen shop which has stocked a line of books. The win- dow displays numerous novels taste- fully wreathed in garlands of frank- trade. furters, and inside you ean purchase the latest best-sellers, full of good red meat. Be careful of how you request one of the latter, however, lest one of handier it is to reach for an antidote should the likker prove perzinus while a pharwnacist is right there to remove jitters. Incidentally, the newest wrinkle in drug sto: s hereabouts is the sale of chow mein, And at my faverite Cam bridge Pharmacy (where all the soder jerkers are college graduates and can rip off a sonnet like a chocolate soda and vice versa) they will) serve you real Italian chow mein, too, Gawd! What's keeping the Chinese from starting aT. War in retaliation for such a hihatrocity ? Unimportant Items Lr a small and stuffy world, isn’t it, For here's the old shib- boleth g in new overcoating: It seems there is a fency Jewish country club up Greenwich way which exists for cloak and suiters only. bers are passio contract, yet the. ce? The mem- tely fond of playing daren't indulge in the yame on the premises. You sec, INTAIN HUSH HAWS the illiterate clerks slips you a pound of rare roast beef instead. I think they ought to concentrate on books like Wilbur Steele's “Meat,” Joseph Full ing Fishman’s “It's Still) Boloney,’ the Chas, Norris food-line (“Bre “Salt.” ete.), the works of Bacon, a book appearing this month alled “A Pretty Pickle,” which ought to go well, The delicatessens, it ap- pears, are going from wurst to bad! . * * y the way, why discour- age drug stores and their cute way of shinnying off their own sides in busines: Wet goods being obt at most of them, I fee! safer doing my 5} lying at a ata Tony's. hink how much nobody can pronounce the term “vul nerable”! Broadway boasts the blackest negro in shorts. He has coal-black hair, wears a diaphanous white rayon shirt, carries a cane, wears no stockings and advertises nothing. His of it. Why is he so attired? comf ortabler, you dodos ! Lefcourt’s proposed forty-story of fice building at Forty-ninth Street and not-so-Broadway was reduced to twenty-three They finally have started to put up a_ten-story steel structure and are laying the brick from the the bottem up. Outside the Palace Theatre is an iron grating on which thousands of hoofers congregate and roast’ cach other! Hence it is known as_ the “waffle iron.” tomat across the street is called the “Water Hole,” de- riving its name from the nickel coffee served, while the square between the nutol and the Palace is called “Devil's Island.” On it collect all the riffraff of the world, from mem- bers of the Uptown Branch of the Bowery Bums’ Ass'n to Bush League Hoofers out of work. They say the’ Broadway Business Men's Ass'n won't give actors out of work jobs even as sandwich men. — They're afraid they'll cat up. the sandwich sign-boards. (Continued on page 32) stories. top down instead of comicbooks.com