Judge, 1931-09-12 · page 34 of 36
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JUDGE 18 East 48th Street New York, N. Y. ' Year 2 Years 21 Weeks $5.00 $7.80 $2.00 “How much do you charge to vulcanize horses?” Laughter Loughter is invigorcting and healthful. Learn to laugh—be a messenger of good cheer—read JUDGE regularly. Each issue is a complete and new review. SUBSCRIBE NOW 9-12-31 Enclosed find $........ Send JUDGE to Nome. . 32 THE THEATRE (Contented from page 16) band! Bring on the blondes! Bring on the brunettes! Bring on the plati- nums! Bring on the brown haired ones! Bring on the red-heads! Bring ‘em all on! Bring ‘em on in their pretty dresses, with their legs neatly powdered, with their necks nicely washed, with their lingerie as spick as a pin, with their slippers white and fresh, and with some perfume or them! That was the critical philoso- phy of the late Thomas Hardy, the late Georg Brandes, the late Arthur Bingham Walkley and the late Em- peror Franz Josef. It is also the producing philosophy of the livi Florenz Ziegfeld and of his ¢ admirer, the living —if the bh doesn’t get him—Prof. Dr. Nathan, Nathan Recommends “The Barretts of Wimpole Street” (Empire)— Proving that quality and the box-office are not $o far apart as 2 number of producers still foolishly believe “The Band Wagon” (New Amsterdam) ood a show as you'll find anywhere, wit Ketaires. the M. Morgan, Frauleie ‘Losck the Mlle Broderick “Ziegtela Fottles” (Ziegteld)—Another testi- monial tc S practised taste as a pro jucer of re Lifetime” Plymouthy—It it is a reaa this take ac nd pleasure yoursel! inordinately. evening Holed-Up (Continued from page 10) rage, the invalided Homer leaped upon the intruder. In due time a large policeman en- tered the disordered Dunk dining- room. Side by side lay two still forms. The officer stooped and dis- engaged a tiny battered cup from Homer's convulsive Holding it to the light, he de ered several lines of minute engraving: Lake Monunn’s Tom Tuums Tournament won by Homer P. Dunk ee a Last Ra Puzzle comicbooks.com