Judge — September 6, 1930 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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Your face is a net eoedl Craps the dirt! Your face is dirty. The mir- ror may say no—but mirrors often lie. The pores of your skin are likea net; they catch and hold the dirt —and soap and water won't remove it. This imbedded dirt is danger- ous, too! It may result in black- heads—irritations—skin erup- tions. It may embarrass you by oozing out when you perspire. You can prove to yourself that water won't remove pore-dirt. Take your supposedly clean face and wash it—wash it again. Now ROLLS AWAY THE PORE-DIRT rub a bit of Pompeian Massage Cream onto your face, around the chin, into the nose pores. Con- tinue rubbing. Soon the dried cream rol!s out, Pink? No,a dingy gray! Dark with pore-dirt. Now look in the mirror. Clean! Your skin has lightened sev- eral shades—it's a-tingle and glowing. Younger—healthier looking! You can buy a jar of Pompeian Massage Cream for only 60c. Or you can havea Pompeian Mas- sage after your shave at any first- class barber shop. Tell your barber you want the genuine Pompeian cream! THE POMPEIAN COMPANY, New York, N. ¥., Elmira, N.Y. aad Toronto, Can. (Sales Offices: Harold F. Ritchie & Co., Iac., Madison Avenue at 34th Street, New York and 10 McCaul Street, Toronto, Can) ie =P OM PEIAN MASSAGE CREAM SUDGING” BOOKS Avoxert the Hawkshaw horribilia orch Mur- ng puzzle ly Thane” we've read, Jones ders” is a fairly stumy Ashbrook’s “Murder of ( may be formula murder, but it is in- sniously worked out and has a police inspector almost true to life, and a lot of this and that around the night clubs and sophisticates of New York. Brock’s “Murder on the Brid good that it incurred the praise of Dashiell Hammett Chesterton. Wh us. Ellery Quee rench Powder Mystery” has the virtue of an ingeni ous pattern, but the author has mad a glaring blunder in trying to imitate S..S. Van Dine. to swallow the encyclopwdia. Her hero makes feeble attempts at showir his culture by our home: as ene Worse, she forgets wearing such fee and “By the oaths as * mpes” | beloved beard of Bibliophilus.” He | worn out € also wears pince glasses, h classic brow and calls his f: dof the New York Dicks—‘ Dad tough language in the book unforgivably emasculated. Otherwis it’s first- cond-grade stuff. Con nington's wo-Ticket Puzzle” is very well written and built, but it shows no novelty. It is a train-kill- ing down England-way and is better tha Christie’s “Blue ‘which we read several lion mysteries ago. Gropper & S| ty’s “Is No One Innocent?” blurbs out loud that it is unique in that all the characters confess to the killing of th deader. The fact is this is merely the old trick of making every person in» killing seem guilty. The trick he: accomplished having a ch cry, obviously ina pet, “I did this goes as a confession of Otherwise it is terrible. I should like to warn any author who is contemplating surprising the world with a mystery in the near future to lay off trying to squee fresh juices from the wornout skin of the old mystery puzzle pattern, ‘The thousands of shockers that have been written since Poe first invented the mystery-stor, soa ny idea have completely y possible angle of the formula. If such authors have a fresh way of saying what they have to say or some novel characters to present they can go ahead. Let Chesterton or Hammett be their guides. Both of these writers write formula stuff but introduce, in one found ide: | tery or other writes like 4 dous dramatic power and understands what is meant by the terms “hard boiled” and ‘underworld , a really pro ally on true mys ter while the . has tremen —Tep Suane comicbooks.com