Judge — April 25, 1931 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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OUDGWG“BODKS | ww Ginns’ “The Winding ne" has the considerable virtue | of being extremely fluent in the writ- ine. Which is saying everything we cin for the good Sir Phil and not ch for certain other writers we're king of. In other words, you ibly ought to read it, and if you vou will find it good b nd butter fiction satirically salted. It has to do mostly with the petty and glori- fied irritations of one of those modern, finicky-minded, _takes-himsel f-so-seri- ously authors, A ed with London ind society, | «s down to the coun- try to work, falls in love against his deepest principles with the lovely and wasteful (they always are) Pearl Jer ningham, marries her and lets herran | BEAT ghe MAY rates by 6 hours him ragged. One of those auto crash endings (Sue, Mr. Arlen!) finishes off ; Pearl and saves our author for Art. |; PARIS APRIL Sir Gibbsey runs a bit too true to] S@VE Money on the 7 30! clichés in his type portrayals: there is nothing new, God knows, to the story: and what he says parenthetically At 1201 AM. May 1, first-class North Atlantic rates advance. This, as ahout this world’s peculiarities has the travel-wise know, happens on all lines at this time of year. Inen said before by, we're afraid, bet- ) The Paris outward bound for Ply meutd and Havre—ealy $44 day! tee fellows). Only aoe shrewd ide But six hours earlier—at 6 P.M. on April 30—the Paris sails from scribing of what happens when a best | 57 at the low winter rates. She'll save you lots of money you can use abroad— seller comes into a writer's life is | and she'll be your lavish host on the smartest thrifty voyage you could choose. really first-class: stuff. ‘ nn I Sir Gibbs, Lady Eleanor Smith, 4 who is of the English nobility, swings a mean pen but atts her noble, stirring words to mediocre themes, ‘This may be a conservative practice ami t aristocratic serib- Hers, but we wouldn't know about that. However, we do know, if Sir Philip swaggers jauntily in the old clothes of H. G. Wells, La Smith doesn’t fit too snugly in the mantle of Emily Bronte, whose style, force, and story-telling ability she apes perfectly ind commendably, but whose original- ity and purpose she lacks. Her “Red Wagon’ sbout the circus, but then, 2 was about the circus. (All ri "Wa about the circus.) N w “Fla Cabin Og om the Paris, This luxurivas room has twe real beds and wide extra sofa. Beautifully decorated, It har d menco,” her newest yarn, is undoubt- | sabe targe mirrors and cers. Wish Large private barb, trual storage space, It Us only £505 for tee people (EN. edly a splendid, accurate book about jariea)s. Other largi ectehts ricaa frum Sher do vb jer potvin zypsies, but then, after about espsies, and wot the ‘cll, In that | -qrane PARIS has 292 elbow-roomy, eye-casy first-class cabins, each case, looking at it in one way, we have anaes f had a bread-basketful of gypsy nov- els. stories and movies and are a little | know the incomparable food and drink of the Paris; they know and love the re a litt , wan about the gills at the thought of | feeling of being a true guest of the ablest hosts afloat. As a result, the snother gypsy baby being sold to, and hing brought up in, English society ind how her wild, 116°. Fahrenheit, | P®ssengers to Europe than any other knee-deep in luxurious French Line comfort. Atlantic-wise travelers Paris carried in 1930 more first-class Primitive blood affects gentlefolk. On the other hand, to be perfectly fair, Flamenco” is a finished piece of ro- thantic writing, somewhat old-fash- ht story-telling and ly engrossing, if you are that pout gypsies. ‘Take your pick. (Continued on nest page) ship of her size! Your nearest French Line agent can swiftly get you by wire an unusually | comfortable cabin on the April 30 | “thrift sailing” of the Paris. French Line, 19 State St., New York. 1 comicbooks.com ny