Judge — February 28, 1931 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE the present that we absentmindedly kicked our champagne bucket out of sight under our table. So to “Sloppy Joe’s,” a sort of un- kempt Reuben’s, and aptly dubbed. Thence to the Nacional and out on ,a a terrace to see the sunrise. 4 » bade me goo’ morning. | ed to plus fours and left \ | the hotel, tilting the ol’ beret to Naney { as she in. { On to the Golf Club where I { shot 104! i Havana, Junior boy, is gay! i Chiddio, | Jerrenson Maciasen uy P.S.—Drop by Tony's and tell him \e I just can’t wait to get back! i HERE ARE THE FINE HORSES \ PUTA $ EACH ON FORYON AT i ORIENTAL PARK —YOU CAN SEE THEY'RE ALL UNDER-SUGARED! Eye-Queues | LittLe girl reached her fifteenth | At arvand decided to have a party. Her parents allowed her to invite a guest for each year of her age. She | sent out invitations. All accepted. But the day before the party word came from two of her guests-to-be that they had been ts with the measles and would a tend. Accordingly, ents cancelled the whoopee making. Why? A mayor of a small town boastin five thousand voters was elected by « money. I was not allowed in the rou- lette room of the Jockey Club at Ori- ental Park Race Track, where I sat on the ter und my new panama hat with Francis Wurzburg, Condé Nast’s left-handed man. Junior, laddie, I spread the five dol- lars you gave me to gamble with over five horses. I regret to say that they were under-sugared—or something: they seemed to | no interest in their calling—I mean to say, if you know what I mean—they—m-m-in— they lost. In the sixth race I put five of my ownest own on a ten t’one shot and J lost. Small world, isn’t it? So to the Casino Havana with Nancy Carroll. Once there we took three steps and a fellow in pale blue fiannels cut in, That was the last I saw of Nancy that night. I made my way to the roulette tables and in a few minutes I had seven thou- sind dollars in front of me and in a few more minutes I wa I might just as well have s my party and danced with Evelyn or Dorothy. ‘To the Casino Bar with Evelyn, where we had plain ice water 4 with a trickle of White Horse in it. Then Evelyn, grand sport, suggested we see the Rumba in its native move | \ * A CUBAN ment and off we went to L erbene, | eau _ which corresponds to New York's old A QeNoRIA Pre Catelan, (Continued on page 27) even -d with ' The Rumba balks description. I leave it to Arthur Murray. s say that Evelyn and [subs instructions and were then turned loose to Rumba alone. The natives went mad over the new dance we were doing. Huflily we left La Verbena ATMOSPHERICALY DONNED, | TRY TO FIND “HIS WING , more refincdair of Montmartre, which is so thoroughly New York ot CALLED “SPANISH LoVE", IA) Too-foo-FA DoohA-cuea! 21 comicbooks.com