Judge — June 6, 1931 — page 27: what you’re looking at

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HIGH HAT- (Continued from page 23) corr.’s. Raymond, having starved for many years in the cheap hotels of Hol- Ivwood finally got a contract calling for $200 a week. He promptly got himself a one-room apartment with Jropdown bed and was happy with his tirst little home. His friends, over joved at his good luck, de na surprise. payment on the English style) they ld find and had it set up in Raymond's modest flat while Raymond It fitted pretty snug, leavi ut one foot way all vas Raymond happy when he got home and discov 1 it? Hmm! He couldn't do a in the place, just barely edging rround. He couldn’t let down the bed nd couldn't seem to find his friends to decline the gift. And so he ate, slept and lived on that billiard table for a week or so before he ; found out where it had been bought ind could send it back. Club Notes {| wesmen was expelled from the ** Union Club—the one just a Lrick's throw from St. Patrick's Ca- thedral—last week because he insisted on sitting at the Fifth Avenue win- dows in a winter suit. upset the street's harmon Saks, a square below, fairly at the windows with summery things And here's a bit of disciplinary drama from the same club, The U. C. doorm xoing about his duties, gi club and spied a be-spattered, be- Homburged, — be-walrus-mustachioed, be-sticked, be-wing-collared-polka-dot tied, be-single-button-light-suited mem her about to leave the club for a con- stitutional, The doorman signalled the ra n and called his attention to the member on his way out. The hell capt darted from his cubby, planted himself squarely in front of the member and said quietly but “You, sir, go git your over- Without a word the member clicked around, went upstairs and got his overcoat. he: ided to give They made down- as out. around it. It seems he n, resplendently need into the Noted From Mac’s Studio Window M’e tells me that every morning come eleven, two spick Rolls- Royces pull up afront the Dorset across the street. After a bit a swell dressed young chap bursts out of the Dorset and takes a position alongside the Rolls-Royces. His arms are folded his brow furrowed in thought. He carries a dog in his arms. He looks first at one Rolls-Royce selective small white ith | largest billiard table | | THE UNSEEN COURIERS OF THE SPOKEN WORD ‘THE FAMILIAR TELEPHONE that stands upon your desk at the office or in your home is only a very small part of the great communication sys- tem that enables you to talk across the miles with such surprising ease. Behind it are complicated ex- changes, a carefully trained organiza- tion of more than four hundred thou- sand men and women and eighty million miles of wire. These are the forces that make efficient telephone service possible. These are the un- seen couriers of the spoken word. Tirelessly, day or night, without rest or sleep, the Bell System awaits but the lifting of the receiver to carry your voice to any one of thirty-two million other telephone users in this country and abroad, and on ships at sea. It is done so quickly and with so little trouble that few people stop to consider what goes on be- tween the giving of the number and the completion of the call. Some time every day—perhaps many times a day—you use some part of a telephone system that has taken fifty years and more than four thousand million dollars to build. The simple words “long distance,” which you speak so casually into your telephone, place millions of dollars of equipment at your dis- posal. Yet the cost of a call from New York to Chicago is only three dollars and but a fraction of that for lesser distances. Equipment of comparable cost is also needed to connect your home with the thousands or hundreds of thousands of other telephones in your town or city. Yet the charge for local service is only a few cents a day. In relation to service rendered, the cost of the telephone is one of the smallest items in the monthly business and family budget. Few things purchased are of such real, constant and increasing value. * AMERICAN TELEPHON: AND TELEGRAPH COMPANY * then at the other Rolls-Royce. Final- -I-l-l-ly he comes to a de into one Rolls-Royce other back to where it came from. The young man looks a great deal like George Jessel. Mac may be mistaken. Maybe it is George Jessel! And next door, Fifth Ave-ward, from the Dorset, is an old brown- stone mansion which is a Dancer's Club for girls. Every window in it is a picture frame to Mac. The girls wake up around noon and come to their windows for a peek-a-boo at the daily world. Mac has a waving ac- ion, climbs nd sends the aintance with many of them. He thinks it romantic fun, when a leather- lunged geranium man clatters along the street, to send up a pot of them to his nimble-footed Juliets. The girls put them on the outside sill so's Mac can enjoy them, too. The last time I passed through Fifty-fourth, the were enough geraniums in the win dows to make it look like Thorley had opened a new shoppe. Tsk-tsk! Some days Mac doesn’t finish waving and get down to pen- dunking until time to quit for the day! —Jvpor, Jn. comicbooks.com