Judge, 1931-01-24 · page 24 of 36
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ate aad Gotta Be Done “H" . This the broadea . T want Mr, the program director, and make it snappy, sister! ... "Lo? Glink? .. . This is Humphrey McGloyk, of the Rosemarie Ashcan Company! . . What're you to slip over, Glink? . you know what I'm talking about, all right! . . . Yes, I've got a grouch on!... A fine line you handed me last week! ... I sign up for a two-thousand dollar half-hour three nights a week and . What? Yes, I know the program's being broadcast! . . . Heard it last night, and that’s what I'm yowling about! ... You told me, Glink, that you'd frame those programs, get the talent, fix up the introductions and everything! . . . Well, all I got to ‘ou made a fine mess of things! 1 think we got money to throw . Seventeen ng our products what th jay, and you turn loose a bune hams and make us look like saps! . Take that broadcast last night, Glink. Two saxophone duets, a gang of crooners and three fox trots! Y'call that a program for a dignified, con- servative old firm like ours? Well, I don’ And I'll tell you this right now, Glink: Either you give us more Bach and Beethoven and guys like that from now on or you can take Rosemarie Ashcans off the air!” —Cuer Jounxson “T’ain’t me yellin’, Pop, it’s Graham McNamee.” “Well, shut him up, too.” Things are picking up. Only one-half the long lines of people re bread lines—the other half runs on banks. If a convicted criminal doesn’t plead insanity these days, he’s crazy. The Interview “W gE said the inter- viewer, “Your story has been interesting, and it is especially to have your statement that business is great in the of this so-called depression. While most executives are complaining you go on record that your business is better than it ever ha face been.’ it replied Mr. Blotz, I 1 before, 1930 was our biggest year since we started in busi ness forty years ago. “That's the way to talk,” exclaimed the interviewer. “That's just fine and while I have enjoyed your story im- mensely, I'm afraid I've neglected to find out just what product you manu facture.” “Oh, to be said Mr. Blotz. “I guess I forgot to tell you but then T supposed you knew—we make red ink exclusively.” yes, sure,” FB. H. M. The Coolidge is the latest in parlor games. “The players all. sit around in a circle and say nothing: then they take paper and pencils and write what they said. game “Ah! Give me youth!” sighed the old) man. specially the one flung that snow-ball! who “Mistuh Johnson, 22 I has discovered I can get you yo’ divorce on the grounds that yo’ marriage ain’t legal, on account of her father, he had no license to carry a gun.” Comicbooks.com