Judge — December 19, 1931 — page 28: what you’re looking at

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\AIG A Guide for Your Holiday Week tRAVELER, far and thither, I can think of no zippi: : holiday haven than New York Town. Were I stal at the earth's far corner, Vd somehow push back to Gorging Gotham! Holi- days pass all too quickly, and cram- ming them with incessant indulgence leaves me limp with another week of post-holiday headache. But it is health well spent. So—Christmas falling on Friday, uturday and Sunday, you will need if you're home, to react to home ties and fires. If New York is not ho you will use those days to overcome the town’s loncliness. But on Monday, ah ha! the holiday week begins! Backed by the experience which has dubbed “me w York’s Night Hawk,” I hasten to outline a weck's progressive holiday for you. Suppose, you rascal you, that you meet and fancy a new mas party. Fancy her to the boiling point of including her in your wee Bacchanalian Bust. Follow me, pleas Mon 1 P. M.: To Moriarity’s, off Sth Ave. in 61st St.—the doorman at Pierre’s will point his finger at it. Order lunch from Gene (I recom- mend all omelettes les Moriarities), and while food is prepared sip a Dy- karee. Then to the quict corner Gene will have arranged. At lunch’s end skip up a flight for an hour of kgammon in the charming old li- y. (Do not permit Jim Moriar- ity to chouette! Nobody can beat him —not even Janet!) At five, off to the Guild Theatre in West 52nd and “Mourning Becomes Electra.” I se- lect O'Neill's trilogy as your Monday show because Monday ‘will be duil anyway. Moreover, you will have a defense mentalism inst the rest of the week's bores who will want to dis- cuss it. During the intermission dine at a near-by soda bar or coffee stall. Then walk somewhere and back have just an hour. At the end, 4 the show really does end, you and the girl will want a space to talk over the bumpings-off. I suggest a return to Moriarity’s for a stimulating brandy an’ soda, then home in a nice warm taxi, Tell her you'll be by at noon next day. Tersvay: You will spend the morn- ing trying to get close-up seats for the “Scandals.” If you can't buy them, telephone George White per- sonally and say you are a friend of “Sport” Ward. At noon walk the rl on Park. You might be snapped a Kodak fiend from the Herald Tribune if you are somebody! Into the old Waldorf-Astoria then. (I say sld” because IT saw a bit of rust on a doorman’s button tother day!) Luncheon there. The Welsh Rarebit is excellent absolutely new taste, and Welsh Rarebit should be eaten noon. Look the place over afterw: —the Sert murals alon hour, and the ele ing. Pretend you're flat-hunting and the renting man will let you peep at some real interior decorating, the like of which you never saw before. You rd re worth an ator rides are thrill- might linger on for tea dancing; there are thousands of dance spots and the Meyer Davis music absolutely con- trols you. Then rush her home to dress for dinner. Ditto you—not too formal, just tux. Arrive at seven o'clock in 58th, between Park and Lexington and ask policeman where's Geor “s place. Warmth, chee ent food. George is a Palm Beach Maestro of Munch- ing and perso. ly supervises the stuffing of even the smallest olive. Don't be perturbed by the elaborate hush-hush in letting you in and out— it’s fun. From George's to “Scan- dals,” Rudy Vallee for the girl and Ethel Merman for y aves the show humm she gets the votes of precinct. i to the Casino, € tral Park. Semi-smart entertainment, ne satisfying music, slick floor, and scrambled egys that have real milk in them. It will cost you plenty, but one must say one Casinoed, After you've funned a’ while. take her hi you've spent eno: Weoxespay: For shopping. Get > girl, say P. M.. and foot. it oth Ave. from GOth to the lower Mixed shopping is amusing if both have ambisextrous tastes—I m you © lections. You need no list. the win dows will coax. You will be ankled out by sundown, when an informal dinner at Billy LaHlitf's Tavern, 8th off Broadway, will be top-hoe. Ask the captain to seat you at’ n help one another's se Spooner’s table—Spooner being New York's most hilariously insulting — gargon. Tell Spooner you are a friend of Jef ferson Macha rer and he won dumb. Home early and rest. Trerspa » the Club Napoleon in 56th, west of 5th, for appetizers and luncheon, (The latter a big one Just watch for the surging est inflowing human tide and that will be the Club Napoleon. ‘This pls i popular with women, and if unaccompanied by men, they y only 50¢ per glass of this ‘n't n along bumps everything to act se eis The atmosphere is pretty gawdy, and maybe there are too many la belle etchings and chromos of Napoleon, but the place puts Sadness in the ash can, From there I'd suggest doing something for your modern culture. . the art galleries — Anderson's, Knocdler’s, ete. Or phone Frank Crowninshield at Vanity Fair; he'll tell you where to see P Laurencins, God forbid! For dinner, very formal clothes. I w Year’ Eve. Pop into Frank & Jack's, 45th, west of 8th Ave.; just ask the police- (Continued on page 28) comicbooks.com