Judge — February 28, 1931 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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SINGLE SPEAKEASY WN HAVANA! Another Letter From Mac Dear Junior: INTENDED sending you some scintil- lating copy from the S.8. Caronia —but winter m-m-m—well—you know— sports on cracked ice. It seemed [ no sooner walked into the bar when I heard ateroom door and t's Tuesday, Mr. I walked off the t The only thing that rides my mind about the ve to Havana is the pippo fact that Nancy Carroll, the lovely movie lady, met me. I had a wham dandy time tilting my beret to her as she hurried past. There re: ut Havana. nning. I left the Caronia atmospherically donned in a snappy musical comedy Spanish bull fighter’s outfit. If I'd met a bull t would have been some- thing else 4 My real bent was a Hunt. And right now bye to all that. The only seforitas I met were fat Rumba teachers—Cuba is the Rumba seat of the world—and souvenir and chestnut sladies. I continually clicked my astanets in disgust. After ten minutes of native lady- gazing I hu 1 into the bar of the Hotel Nacional. “What,” I drolled to the bar-boy, “do I look in need of?” “A Dykaree, sir!” After several of those, very lil’ patter on my steward sayin And chamer!” ly isn’t too much to say So I'll begin at the g to tell you of vy. You are awak 1 Hotel corridor vacuum Then you buzz rcom service and order breakfast sent to your room. Then you slip into an orange-hued ¢ robe and step down the hall srge Abbott's room. The br fast reaches your own room and y are out, A maid reports that you in Mr. Abbott's room and your break- fast is sent there. Meanwhile you gotten Mr, Abbott up and you've gone to Phil Dunning’s room. When your breakfast reaches Mr. Abbott's room, Mr. Abbott tells the waiter you are in Mr. Dunning’s room and your break- fast is trundled there. By that time you Arthur William Brown's room, where early morn beer is being served. sends the waiter Brownie’s room by a Nacio cleaner. have gone to Mr. Dunning and breakfast to and by the time it ar- rives you are up in : suite a girls benes (I passed myself off as Douglas Fairbanks because he looks something like me.) nd your breakfast finally reach Nancy Carroll's suite and you complain that it’s cold and her window. Sal Then you cat Nancy Carroll's breakfast while she continucs aving to the Cuban schoolgirls. o—back to your own room wher: you shower with the curtain outsid: the tub and flood the place. Then you buzz the m nd complain there are no life-preservers in’ the room. ‘Then you dress and spend the gat Havana Country Club with a confused golf ball. It was really the caddy’s fault He could understand only S nd I speak only a spattering of English. All the way round the course he kept asking ion in Spanish, When 1 got in I asked the caddy-master what the boy had been saying—I know it by heart now. The caddy-master said the boy had been asking me if 1 wanted to buy a do} Mr. Harry Gugge n, the Ameri- can Ambassador to Cu invited mc to lunch along with eighty other of my friends. Grantland Rice answered Mr. Guggenheim’s speech for me and I went to the golf bar and drank a glass of milk—with and brandy in it, So—back to the Nacional and into flannels, a pull-over, and a double ted brass-buttoned blue yachting jacket. No shirt—jussa scarf a la Deauville. No shirt stuff saved me morni me a ques! | MIGHT Jus" AS WELL QNTINUED DANCING \NITH ; NANCY CARROLL - comicbooks.com