Judge — March 28, 1931 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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JUDGING BOOKS Town,” author of returns to the scene ilver Bow, the mining Montana where men are hard-drinkin’ ind hard-lovin’ and women are kKnow-whats. Ino fact, the he named Zola, is one of them, and the plot, whi familiar to the movie vidiences of the past twenty oncerns her bumpy love affair with the usual hard young mining Irish- It jerks along episodically until young Irisher discovers Zola with a Jewish shopkeeper. Having intend- cd all the while to purify Zola with passion (“lust” they call it out thar in the West), he shoots the Hebe and Zola takes the bullet. But (and there’s always a but, isn’t there?) marking the difference between himself and Mr. Lasky’s minions, Mr. Krinig has overstuffed the book with ipostrophisings in florid, ecstatic lan- guage when he isn’t filling pages with the poetry spouted by the hero (who is given to walking on high mountains, too—unlike any Lew Cody of the sereen)., Brinig also mentions Walt Whitman more than once in the book, and his poster-like style is more than a little reminiscent of the Bearded Wonder’s. Stripped of all its “torment ind cestasy,” the phrase is Brinig's, © have a suspicion there isn't very much to it, but the words gush forth, so many and so breathlessly and so powerfully, we find ourself wondering whether even the triteness of the plot isn't somehow symbolic. by Myron “Singer- of tha at his the »Monnow Once AGain” novel by Edward I the author of “Hardw: and “T Bruiser” and a writer old Prof. S\ admires considerably. It’s the story of an insurance salesman’s son who might have been an insurance sale: man himself if his father hadn’t taken 1 summer house at Sheepshead Bay. The lad grew up in the atmosphere of the track near his home and, tho it was torn up and abandoned when he was twelve years old, it had changed his life. He never could be a solid citizen after that. Mr. MeKenna with sympathy and humor, usin vesy, personal style which at times is slmost confidential. He suggests, tho this ot a thesis novel, that there is + little of the vagabond in the solidest citizen, The twist at the end is that larity gets the hero, too. traces his cute little thing by Wilson Col- lision, Avery Hopwood’s old far- pal, called “Blonde Baby,” falls in our hands, and are we rubbing them? It writes its own review. Tak- ing it from the first page, it goes: “Dear Mom: Enclosed find ... twenty dollars. This leaves me alone in N.Y. with $10.85... . I’m not even zed, and when a girl isn't dis- couraged she can go a long way .. + even if the road is rough, I got the pink bloomers you sent me. Gosh, it seems funny to be twenty-four and still a virgin. .. The bloomers were a m, sweetheart, but they don't ar them any more. They're going in for teddies and shorts and pieces of - chine to take the place of and leave nothing to the im- agination when they blow up around imes Square. Of course, long skirts lot of help to defenseless girls, inte te.” Have you taken your Capt. Billy's whizz-banging today? discours erépe try take some things more seri ously in deah old Soho than we do in Greenwich Village. We refer to a fever-heat little dido ground out by rah Salt, called “Strange Com t,”” and it has to do with that second ancient of professions: box fighting. It would be, this litry harrower, the angle on the manly art and woman writer who gets an ner who all the clectrie personality that distinguishes that rugged champion of Albion—Phil Scott. She o bruiser the shelter of her roof lives with her but keeps it pl and is she burned up! The 1 has an old sweetie on the side who is very upset about an unborn child by the fellow. What with this and that and a lot of love-sparring on all three sides the thing winds up 1 mass hter: the sweetie drops into the nes, the box fighter bashes in the head of the lady « nd he sits by, affected by the 1 ess of it all has lead him to the this little affectiona gesture the fighter gets a match and meets the usual fate of British heavyweights. It is only natural that he would pick on a defenseless woman, the big boob! Anyway, the point of it all is that the mental’ will always succumb to. the physical. Aside from the fight, which is very well told in a feminine hysteri- ‘ , it is paraphrasically Heming- way and is hintristin’ only in spots. For you phrasemakers, dentally, we would call it a triangle built around Dorothy Parker in love with Maxie Rosenbloom, who wants only his Tillie the Toiler. (How do we think them up?) ep SHAaNr Just before | Judge Publishing Co., | 18 East 48th Street, New York, N. Y. ON OR BEFORE DECEMBER 19th all Auction Bridge Players Will Be Playing Contract Bridge —ors they will be trying to establish an alibi for not doing so My System of Contract Bidding (Third Edition) by Sidney S. Lenz contains a full exposition of the One- Two-Three Convention. This newest Lenz’ system portrays the three types of hands—fair, good ond very strong. 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