Judge — July 25, 1931 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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WHAT Do %u “WINK OF “The HOONER MORATORIUM, | NE INTERVIE AND SKETC Brexare Soner, ex-Notre Dame Glorified Copy! professor, bi fella, his- n of the Burlesque Theatre, and rent public relations counsel for egfeld Follies,” telephoned me that he had personally selected the most beautiful girl in the show and would i nd I, care to interview and sketch her? Would we! I asked Mae if he'd like to do a picture of her, and his answer was to bang on his hat and tear for De Pinna’s to be outfitted with an orchid smock, red velvet tam, and green flowing Windsor tie! ar Mr. Sobel arranged to bring Miss Follies to Mac's studio at two o'clock. When they arrived, Mac and I were draped over his Gilbert Miller furni- ture with the devil-n re effect of poo-pa-doopy men-about-town, “Miss Moore—Judge, Junior!” said nd out of the tail of my ; w Mae flinch over my meeting her first. “Miss Moore — Mr. mer!” “Machamer — capital M-a-e-h-a m-e-r,” corrected Mac. “And I’m pipped wotho to meetcha, You cer'n- ly are not only the mos’ beautiful girl Matchmum- JUDGE DONT MAKE HER “TALK, I'M WORKIN’ ON HER LIPS! in the Follies but probally the mos? beautiful girl inna world which I've seen a lot of, and in mecting me you—”" “Mr. Matchmer is trying to tell you he’s going to make a portrait of you which won't do you justi i rupted Mr. Sobel. went to his drawing board and began sharpening pencils furiously [I'll interview you, Miss Moore, while Mr. Mickhumer sketches,” I said. I could tell Mae cared little for this suggestion, because the pencil sharpener slipped and nicked his finger. 2 “How shall I pose—standing or asked Miss Moore fix you pushed a big ¢ the floor. “Lean on that in a kinda sloppy, loungy pose, Miss Moore— By the way, whatcha first name, Miss Moore said Mae ashe over my feet cross “Grace,” she answered, and Mac blushed because that’s his wife's name, too. He then turned on his spotlight and stepped back to view her pose. He feigned slight dissatisfac- tion, went over and put a_ finger under her chin and chucked her head back gently. He took her right hand and placed it on her hip. From Miss Moore's expression, I judge he squeezed the hand! ‘Then back to his drawing board and his pencil pushing began. » you a native, Miss Moore?” I “Hey—" 3 butted, “howya think T can draw with you making Miss Moore move her f. all the time? I'm spending a lotta time on her lips, and I can't catch ‘em witl you making her talk. Wait a minut Mae ten minutes for the lips. hat do you think of Mr. Hoo- ver's moratorium?” [ queried. I think it’s a splendid thing. Ger- »ynomic crisis called for im- and those nations who agreed with President Hoover's gra- cious idea should be proud of them- selves. I personally think that allow- ing Germany a year's respite is a positive step toward world-wide economic balance!" answered Miss Moore, and I wanted to curl up in an ash tray. Miss Moore glanced at Mr. Sobel and Mr. George piece. glanced at a picture of hington over the mantel- » you do in the Follies, Miss Moore?” [ continued. “T'm one of the show girls. There's a difference, you know, between show girls and chorus girls. Both groups tly jealous of each other, and no one has ever been able to decide which group is the more important. The chorus girl is peppy and the show girl is smilingly dignified.” “Miss Moore is,” interrupted Mr. Sobel, “a bit more than a show girl. She's on her way to being a prima I pred great future for donna. \ KNOW WHERE {NE SEEN YOU Before. fh ~ AT THAT DRUG STERE WHERE WE LUNCHED i DNRING REHEARSALS! apace comicbooks.com