Judge — December 6, 1930 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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Unimportant Items rT'ue Savarin Restaurant at the Penn. Station boasts the only coon this side of Barnum with blonde hair—bleached. Up in Harlem liquor raids have descended so heavily on the cullid speaks the is to provide a lounger along the bar-rail who carries the complete wet stock in the folds of a voluminous hand- some overcoat. Thus if you ask for a rye, this lad, idly leaning pst the bar, suddenly and deft- ly squirts it into your empty glass from under his coat, buttons up again, and resumes his none atcase, Word of raiders approach- ing, he merely yawns and sidles off the scene with all the evidence on him. The dea scribes Yorker de- automatic knocker which, if rapped with a masonic will open the doors of speakeasic All you have to discover then is a speakic that locks its front doors. Persall’s, at 15 W. 45th, can ac- 3 it in three days, including such personal didoes as 1 flask pockets, secret pockets impervious to mari- ids and zipper-pockets, with locks, if you are descended from James I. Peter Arno, the Rudy Vallee of tends the Palace Thea- > Wearing the pair of bearskin gloves you've ever seen, When he wishes to express his disdain of what's ge on on the stage, he lifts them high above his head and claps them loudly. His wife Lois Long can be thinking of what when this takes place? Wintergreen, if chewed at night, gives off a phosphorescent glow. What use this information sibly be to anyone is beyond me. In Chicago, they claim, the indi- gent racketeers are selling pine- apples on strect corners, Hic! r Winchell shrick (say where does he get off) I've got to repeat a swell drunk story, This particu- dear Ne new “un pos~ FP PINEAPPLES- Fi! cents! aye ? UNEMPLOIMENT IN SISS-Pant HIGAGs lar inebriate was at the theatre and right in the midst of the first act he suddenly stood up and in startling loud tones, cried, “Is there a doc- tor in the house?” Everything went into immediate uproar, the show stopping dead. Way in the rear a \ LDN aT Tcels, SUT YOU MIGHT ANNOUNGE 76, MY RUBLIC THAT IM HERE IN ( / 4 SSMILES'—MY AUSTIN IS DRecTey BEWAD ME // 15 little van dyke was seen to rise and “I, sir, am a doctor!" With which the drunk, waving a limp hand at the van dyke, cried hap- “Harya, Doc?” Air-Minded Fellows Arteran exhaustive study of about 2% ten-minutes all told, I've con- cluded that Bill Munday is the only announcer on the air today who knows something about sports. Plus a natural charm and wit and a mellow Crackuh accent you can bout 12 am Me- cannot tell the between an inside id a half-nelson, He is ul dumb dora (masculine gender) of the announcer’s world. Ted Husing seems to have swallowed the dicti and has the fattest col- apropisms this side of Harlem. I can remember him in the Mary’s-Fordham g ing the feed peanuts, he is just o'clock at his job,” Gri Namee, of course difference “Intermit- “Pandemomium reims.” it out yourself.) | And other lulus. MeNamee, you re- member, always gets himself into trouble, taking so much time then to explain his mistake that a touch- down is scored, a knockout accom- plished, or a President born, while > is correcting himself. Do you remember when he got snarled up “Teeney hips Hooney—I Teeney—I mean » sips ‘Tinney—I mean ‘Tun- ney hits Heeney and Heeney is down, He'll never get up. He's out. He's through. He's finished. Heeney is up!” Titles for All ¥ own species of these even amusement zs, besides help- ing keep the wolf away from Bar- ney’s door, is trying to get a num- ber of assorted dumb-bells to sit around and pl: f my cun- ning little cobweb collector has given birth to. It’s not a part larly sim- (Continued on page comicbooks.com