Judge — September 27, 1930 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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THE LABORATORIES OF y mae When you own it— you are assured manent pride of possession. Truly, the Edison is a beautiful musical instrument. The technical reasons for | its beauty need concern you no more | than do the strings in a piano or the i | varnish on a violin. For the Edison is : heir to a half century of genius—of rescarch— of achievement. But visit one of our selected dealers. Let an Edison Radio speak to you in its own triumphant voice. Thomas A. Edison, Inc., Orange, N. J. Mr. Lenz saysi- I find the Edison Light-0-Matic Radio a dolightful means of furnishing "back ground” music during a Bridge Came. ngh tery r| When you hear the Edison—you hear that it is flawless. When you see it—you sce that ic bears the greatest name in science. of per- O i THE PLEASURE OF OWNING AN EDISON MAY BE YOURS FOR AS LITTLE i } AS $179, TUBES EXTRA. PRICES SLIGHTLY HIGHER IN THE FAR WEST. } ' mt Hj H | LIGHT-O-MATIC iH | R A DI ‘a ner Roy Flanagan's “The Whip ping” shocked the gogyles who re viewed it for the New York Times, we're for it all the more. “Aphro disiac,” the reviewer cried, hiding his face in blushing s| “The author used obscene langu " he went on, raising his hands in horror over his head. Well, them's fighting words, and our answer to them is rts! When a reviewer cannot distinguish between sensationalism and honest treatment, and when he cannot stand the sight of a set of now commonplace expletives ye which produces “Specialists,” he ought turn in his glasses and go to work. Actually “The Whipping” is a capable, exeit- ing, anti-Klus first novel of a South ern town that was upset by a frank little professional love-maker. ‘The Night-Riders got a lot of pl of stripping her and beating her as a scarlet woman, and she got a little rever with trimming is perfect, as are the characters and the motive behind. It isn’t as well- formed a book as it should be, but it is strictly honest. Boo to the Times! at asure out The scene Sackvitte-West's “The Edwa ard ians” is a well-grounded, ni, perfect novel of grand manners, con cerning the generation which believed in sweeping skirts, sweeping gestures, full-bosoms, sideburns and that it was good manners to pretend to have good morals. In other words, the hale: hypocritical days of good King ward of Merrie Old Englar story centers on the love a twelfth duke, which are en- ining for the use the authoress makes of them to form a sound ob- servation of the times now thoroly and happily gone by. It is a safe and xcellent book to send to your grand mother. HAN Sevcewicn’s “Wind Without ‘J Rain” has its points as a satisfac- tory z of the Wall Street aristocrac at work, at home and at play. evidently a lad who has rubbed noses with the breed and who has reacted pretty violently against them, ‘Thus he says is pitched with fever-heat satire at times but always remains within the truth. He understands the cruelty, the shallowness and the snob: bery of the Gotrocks. Best of all, h catches the moronity of the Big Broker Mind, and his demolition of the Foot ball-Hero who goes in for bonds is perfect. He wields a mean chisel, docs this an, However, he needs more baking in the : writes a bit too volubly fully, he is not a young futilitarian Nor is he a Thackeray as the blurb has it. Not by a couple of tons of ability. —Tep Suane comicbooks.com