Judge — February 27, 1932 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE When Moscow Librettists Meet a 1, There, Sasha; what's new?" “Oh, same old things, Dimitri Still plugging away on that tractor number. Looks like a hit, too.” “Tractor number? Oh, yes; you mean the one that goes: ‘Now let's get together on this trac In the Five-Year Plan it’s a big fac- Hot-cha da-da .. .'" “Yeah, that’s the one. Say, how's your steel unit ditty coming along? “Just what T wanted to talk about Sash. I'm stuck with it. See if you can give me any ideas, IT start like this: ‘LE love my steel unit, My steel unit loves me. We feel so happy, Like birds in a tree. We love——' ” “Hold it, Dmitri! [see why you're stuck. What's the idea of the bour the birds in the tree? , I didn’t want to drag in any rout a factory in. t's wrong with actory > “Well, it’s so overworked I thought a little originality might——" “Oho, so little Dmitri’s going high brow, huh?” z “Well, it scems to me the most im Hk : ; case eem portant thing the racket needs these BCBS days. I don’t see how originality little of it, anyway—ean hurt. “Hey, boss... whatta we do with this stuff behind his ear?” “Listen to me, kid. Pin an old- timer and I know what the mob wants. And they want the same old things in the same old way, over and over, year out. It’s the old hokum about chine love, Marxian nd propagane down all in line with that and you'll never miss.” “Well, I guess you're right, after all. It’s what they want. “It sure is. Don't be a sap and turn down any wooden nickels. Ther are better than nothing.” “LT certainly won't. G'hye.” —Artier Erexoera N™ York motte—it's never too 4 late to arrive at the theatre. And about the only ones getting their faces lifted these days are the Policemen's Ball?” wrestlers. , 20 comicbooks.com