Judge — April 11, 1931 — page 26: what you’re looking at

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ON OR BEFORE DECEMBER, 19th | all Auction Bridge Players Will Be Playing Contract Bridge —or— they will be trying to establish on alibi for not doing so My System of Contract Bidding (Third Edition) by Sidney S. Lenz contains o full exposition of the One- Two-Three Convention. This newest Lenz’ system portrays the three types of hands—fair, good and very strong. It features the Demand Bid, without artificial conventions, and is so simple that a bridge player can become a sound contract ployer with ten minutes study. Mr. Ewart Kempson, the eminent British writer, says in the Newcastle (Eng.) Chronicle: “The only book on the new game which | can recommend is 'My System of Contract Bidding’ by Sidney S. Lenz. “This book enables an overage Auction player to tackle Contract in a very short space of time. | cannot find sufficient praise for this excellent work.” This book contains a full explanation of the Challenge Bid originated by Mr. Lenz to take the place of the In- formatory Double. It also contains o synopsis of the laws of contract bridge, including the official system of scoring. Judge Publishing Co., Inc., 4-11-31 18 Eost 48th Street, New York, N. Y. Pleose send me copies of “My System of Contract Bidding” (Third Edition), by Sidney S. Lenz. $1.00, plus postage of 10c per copy. | om enclosing $ Send C.0.D. ot $1.00 per copy, Parcel Post collect, plus postage copies of "My System of Contract Bidding” (Third Edition), ky Sidney S. Lenz. Address lus from b AUDGING BOOKS s much as we hate to admit it, Pearl Buck's “The Good Earth” held pning to end. This em- harrassment was brought on painfully ntly we had sworn off novels od brown earth for all We despised their sameness and utiful simplicity. We hated the smell of good thick loam. sprinkling | the pages of good thick books. V loathed the thought of Regenerate ing unto himself Dumb Wife, ng a stubborn living from the rn fields, enduring impossit nine, flood, cold, the spavins, mort- gages, bedbugs and temp while having man child « \s child, in the end to be gathered to the bosom of the good brown earth, a life lived to the full, Furthermore, we shot to kill at the sound of that word so popular with the at the Bronxville Literary Klatches: And yet the read Ladies Kaffee- that we he Good ct remai word of be it was a Simplicity defeating adence, but we don't know. it out yourself—provided, course, you're Take, then, an) Prize winner of the past 20 years and substituting Chinese names, pl: and customs for those involved presto! cha domino! you : Good is Soil” applied to Ct Biblical struggle F has with the earth ing anged. The story lined above (with man eve Fig- of ian Nobel s the Noth- as out- amifications, indigenous), emotions stereotyped, ete. It differs only that it comes from the pen of a tle in. story- ization and spacing. Otherwise it shows a formula profitably learnt and employed. It is artistic hokum in the highest sense of both words, singly and together. It is bound to get you. And lastly, as far as we can see, it will not help any of our Kansas soil-manicurers, with all its supposed commonness of experience, to be big: ger and braver men, Mx2e we're being a wee mite fin- a y but an icky discussion of i Yilliam ~Seabrook’s “Jungle Way gged us not a little. We're no al and, the knows, we have little ambiti | direction. Hence our aforesaid eccen- tric reaction. The chapter containing the wretch- edness is by far the most amusing and enlightening in the whole of an amus- 24 ing and enlightening book. But when he saw fit to leave off his pleasant kodaking of the fellows and go into an unsavory and gratuitous account of their menus it dawned on us that awfully pre With all his affable jungl ners, his intelligent Cook's tour ing of the genuine licorice belt, his genial if amateurish psy ings he was ng the sophomore. We may be wrong, of course, but it seems as if he did th: thing not to serve the high purposes of science—Mr. Seabrook is a rank anthropologist—but. simply, to shock. It further dawned that Mr. Seabrook is a clever chap. refreshing writer, outspoken anecdot ist, but strictly a charlatan in the mod ern sense. He is no fake—he is mere ly another William Beebe. He ex plores in best drawing room manner. Our advice in such case is to skip the disgusting parts of “Jungle Ways” and enjoy yourself hugely with the rest. You will find it a sunny, hu morous and civilized picturization of the not-so-dark Continent. It offers sly comments on the black m debunking generously some of our for surely remember. wrote an book on Haiti called “The Island.” That book was much more significant than this because Haiti is a smaller plac than Afr brook spent mor time there; and little was known about the place up to that time. Wercorr ns’ “Bird Life at the Pole” unfortunately lost much of its savor for us since we had had an earful of Fred Allen's side-cracking burlesque of the Byrd Boy Scout trip. In other words, Allen produced belly laughs and Gibbs’ only grins and a generous, warm feeling. the guffaws. “Pe antiworsts ix Evrope,’’ by + William Hazlett Upson, “the most ¢: st dumbbell in the world,” is as stupid a collection of stories as the Post ever ran. It continues the ad ventures of the tractor salesman who goes abroad to sell the furreners. He is dumb and talkative, but somehow comes out right in the end usually by a fluke. It is a theme and style of humor that is dear to other sa undoubtedly, but we have little We prefer folks should pa. dicrous. We prefer Mr. Sink Lewis’ attitude on salesmen. —Trp Suane comicbooks.com