Judge — August 8, 1931 — page 27: what you’re looking at

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SUDGING““BODKS Drowsy? I’ you've ever had the itch to learn what went on when a Russian agi- tator was banished to Siberia by the n get the whole truth in F rook called * “The Road written by V1 mir Zenzinov and put down by Isa: Don Vlad (Zenzie or just if you wish) was a bad zarist days, dropping bombs in the Czarina’s oatmeal, being caught in the Grand Duchess Marie’s clothes hamper and gencrally getting into everybody's hair. For these mal- ipranks he was sent to Siberia a few times to stand in the corner and learn to behave. But ed make good his escape. Ww hich, it turns out from reading this book, was not the most difficult thing in the world. Vor exile meant not imprisonment but banishment, which is a different bucket of news as the saying Anyway, having made himself a con- siderable pest so many times, and hav- ing n caught red-handed at the again, incorrigibly, the Czar decided to put Zenzie away on a rian top shelf, and far back, too. So he had him sent to Russkoye Ustye, which is pretty far north, barely being on the map, about a thousand miles from the North Pole, and contai the handsome population of about hundred half-frozen Mongols and six And it is with this little cool that the book plain * hoy during th rOeS. crossroads houses. section of Zenzie’s life has to do. Nobody had ever been put so far back before, and the trip from S berian civilization took months, being made under pressing difficulties, to the least. Reindeer and dogs supplied the gasnerl, and blizzards and cold the menace. » (“Dook”) had to lay in four 3 supplies, and the curi- ous part of the whole thing was that everybody, including the government, extremely solicitous about his comforts. He was handsomely outfit- ted with all kinds of books, mete logical instruments and other scien- tific phern: and expected to carry on scientific inquiry. On arrival, inst: treated as a loathsome knowing how to know was d of being aponc, nobody read and nobody ig much about anything any- way, he was looked on as an honored guest by the primitives in the town. He fell once into their way of life and became a sort of modern R bin- son Crusoe, doing as the other icicles did. Fishing, hunting, admiring the Aurora Borealis and keeping warm heing the chief occupations, he did them all heartily. He got his mail every six months and learned to like | frozen fish and go without bathing. (These people bathe twice a lifetime: at birth and before they marry.) Deciding to escape, he was bowed out of the village by everybody, and exited, carrying his entire belongings carefully crated and packed. Es- cape, you see, is a simple matter in Siberia, All you do is pack up and hike it—about nine thousand miles thru an ice-cold hell, and there you are at freedom, He went to Verkhoyansk, lying in a huge, windless Siberian bowl, a curi- ous earth formation, which allows that town to attain such mild temperatures as 95 degrees below zero. Life here, in the really cold weather, naturally becomes a zero as you can sec. Here Vlad found th made loud noises as it came out and froze. A glass of water tossed in the ai would freeze into crystals before com- ing down. Marmots, frozen hard as a brick, would melt into life before a fire, or you could cut them in two, de- pending on how you felt about mar- mots. Birds froze in full flight and dropped at your feet. He failed to get y, however, and finished out his four years. the most entertaini travel book we’ And so on. a book for the hot suppose we ought to be ashamed for liking Collette and Willy's “Young Lady of Paris,” a lot of Boston } write in’ and that the and »ple are going to suggest to the editor Gerry Society ought to han- But we found it ‘aved taste or no depraved taste— » best hook by Collette yet. It is jallic in its intent, aim and pur- nd, roughly speaking, a vored serial from La s for Margaret Widdemer’s “Truth About Lovers” — we're ashamed we never did get into that. You see, a nice Old Aunt of ours was going abroad. We had the book under our arm at the time, the dust cover was so treacly looking and the title so mean- ingful, it cried aloud to be given to a maiden. We slipped it to the old girl just as the boat sliding out so’s she wouldn't get a chance to sling it back at us. But you don’t know our Aunt. The book fell in between the ship and the dock. Well, the old girl's crap-shooting arm is good, too. —Trp Suane When you load yourself with ‘too much lunch digestion Irs all too easy to over-eat at noontime. But it’s pretty hard to keep awake when your digestion lags with its load. Then do the sensible thing; chew astick of Beeman’s — the pepsin gum! It aids digestion because it was originated by Dr. Beeman to accomplish that purpose in an easy, pleasant way. When you taste this delicious chewing gum, you'll understand how it has held the favor of millions for more than 30 years, Next time you're in a drug store, ask for a pack of Beeman’s. BEEMAN’S PEPSIN GUM |aids digestion comicbooks.com