Judge — November 8, 1930 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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

It wasn’t a rowboat that won the cup race HE most experienced skipper can’t go far with a row boat, and the best card player is handicapped by poor quality cards that stick and smear and soil quickly. If your game is worth all the skill you have, and the time you give to it, it is worth the best cards you can get — Aristocrat Cards that slip, stack, fan, deal the way the cup winner sails, Remember that poor quality cards are costly whatever you pay... and at most the difference in cost between cards that hinder your game and Aristocrats that help your game, is only a matter of pennies. High, lustrous finish as well as linen finish. Always look for the bank-note backs, exclusive in this brand; then you're sure of Aristocrats. Atfatorrat PLAYING CARDS RUSSELL PLAYING CARD CO. NEW YORK, U. S. A. Bridge and Poker Packs | SUDEWG* BOOKS lAre you Bored Tr very fond of whimsey, espe- cially with its throat cut, we've never felt much partiality for it in books. The works of Christopher Morley, the 200-Ib. sprite, come under this head, their perusal having hereto- fore brought on plain, kitchen-variety | retching, what with their carrying-ons about elves and goblins and Things Fantastic in Chris’ delicious, booksy- wooksy literary manner. Further- more, we always wondered why large, stout masses who smoke real pipes and eat meat, as Morley is and does, should produce such wispish, sweetic- pie writings! These feelings, however, are a thing of the past since we read and thoroly enjoyed Chris’ “Rudolph and Amina.” A happy, joshing thing it is, novelized from that absurdly outmoded play, “The Black Crook,” one of those things Morley produced over in Ho- boken during his Beery Days as an Impresario. Musical comedy litera- ture it is, what with its simple, lahvely tale of Rudolph, the Artist, who wins | Amina- the Virtuous despite the deep- dyed, dirty villains of the piece.. A little more and it'd be Beerbohm at his best. Boggy spots there are to the sunny comicality of it all—where Morley gocs the old Morley on you— but you can get over them with a little hard swallowing. ‘The rest, believe us, is pure velvet. D's Powe x takes another healthy poke at the cradle of futility and presidents (Ohio—get it?) in her new book, “Dance Night.” It’s the story of the handsomest boy in Lamptown and of the girls who set their “caps” (heh-heh) for him. He learns about Things from Grace, a waitress, then he bites Nettie on the shoulder, and he’s quite a heller by the time he de- cides to leave town and marry Jen, at the end of the book. Miss Powell knows Ohio, and while she despises it as a place to live, she makes this story real and human and moving in a way that Sink Lewis would never under- stand. For those gathering such in- formation, Mme. Powell writes with a masculine hand which, take it from us, is not against her, especially in a world in which most women writers can’t be kept from churning out sloppy dainties called “The Silver Virgin” and the like. “Bests Cattep Wit,” by André Demaison, is a book of animal stories which had the distinction of being awarded the Priz du Roman by the French Academy. Parts of it give you a kick like the old Jungle Books, if you remember your childhood. —Tep SHane with the World? Probably just with your corner of it! MOORISH ROOM OF THE FRANCE One TEP across “the longest gangplank in the world,” from the heart of Mon- hattan to the gayety of Paris afloat... a crowd too sophisticated to take any- thing seriously, unless it's the chefc=> France all the way...the grace and splen- dour of the decorations...the luxury of the cabins...English speaking stewards who anticipate every wish...beverages that need no birth certificates for authen- tication... manned by French seamen whose ancestors tamed the Atlantic be- fore Columbus °° Calling at Plymouth for London...a few hours later Havre, down the gangplank to a covered pier .+.@ waiting express ... three hours, Paris, the city of a thousand moods... the Riviero, smartest coast that ever hung above an autumn sea... Morocco and the Sahara, the winter capital of modern sun worshippers ¢2 Isn't your boredom melting at the very thought? tie eed Three 30-day Mediterranean-Sahara cruises «..the “Barbary Land Tours"’through Morocco, Algeria and Tunisia with their famous 46 “Transat” hotels...the freedom of independ- ent travel with unlimited stopovers...0 ship that is the last word in luxury and chic. “FRANCE”, Jan.10 ...Feb.14... Mar. 20 Freneh Line comicbooks.com \ e\>? I' ing out wh aes