Judge — October 11, 1930 — page 20: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

SPEKCE GIRLS ARE HVSBAND WATING ALOAG TIFFANY Ro’ Weather Notes Or a New Yorker knows Autumn has come to New There is no carpet of led that York. es on the ground and no sweet aroma of burning leaves in the air. But by certain peculiar Masonic signs do we City- Boobs know Fall has breezed in. Un derfoot the tar on Fifth Avenue has to cling to our heels. The girls of Missy Spence’s School have started their pre-prandial (breakfast) and husband-hunting promenade along Tiffany Row. People are seen loo ing up again, not at skyscraper tops but at them there clouds playing tag aloft. There is a rush to dry-clean- ers to recondition camel’s-hair_ polo coats. Shopgirls have jettisoned their parched organdie and broken out in Fall outfits, all of which are exactly alike and of the fashionable freak color. Doormen have ne into winter underwe: nd Brigadier r and the members in the Union Lea, Club windows occasionally snap at a nkle. There is little trouble top bus seat are more le rs on River- side Drive. Pol 's stand lonely along the sidewalks while their mas- ters are “inside” preparing for a cold winter. Everybody seems to be better dressed, prosperous and less to commit mayhem if looked ed at. Something seems to be ¢ around every corner, and hell, it's only the slushy, sloppy New York winter—nobody cares! ceased same and the cops more pron Z Bs Ay SAN. JUDGE IAIG IH The Family Blessed y Srrens Bros, the Macy's “7 of 42d Street, are en- ticing people into their Speak-o-phone studio to make records of their voices. "Your — family will appreciate your thoughtfulness in making a Speak-o-phone asa reminder of you dur- they advertised last month to nen about to | for college. Lean see the family so blessed The fire is roaring cheer- record ing your absence” ve now. fully in the There isa of very happy ex- pectation in the air as everybody ers comfortably about the victrola while Papa Doakes puts son Joe's ree- ord on. The tur’ table spins, the nee- dle rasps, and the following comes ont of the sound-box :— “Hello, Fambly. LK gs = Princeton cheering you up. Please send mone, The smile on every one's face deepens into a glow of con tent, especially on Papa Doakes’ heav ily lined mu thoughtful J It’s good to hear from is Alan Rine art's speakeasy story, which sa little better when demonstrate But I think you'll get the idea. A chap stepped up to another at a bar and_ s: “Hello. Bil! Whatrya doing nov And the other replied, she picked up lass in trembling fingers and con veyed it tremblingly to lips that knew their liquor—"Oh! same old thing— repairing watches!” Unimportant Items Ov on 57th Street a lustfu gym scanties sits ina win Lin rw all day rowing away for the dear old masculine eye rowing machine she is advertising. Every time I pass by [inspect her muscles to see whether they are beginning to bunch, As soon as they do and her feminine sveltitude (Whoops! Mr. Webster) gives way to a form that can pull a steady 38 beats to the minute, T know the nagement is going to say to her:—"Sorry, Miss Carnera, you're thru.” What a tragedy that will be, think I—handing a girl a large set of rippling muscles and then throwing her out into a world which has no use for lady-killers. She might row for Wellesley for a time, but then what? —Jeover, Jn This is your loving son Joe away at 18 comicbooks.com