Judge — March 26, 1932 — page 33: what you’re looking at

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On beautiful Loke Champlain, a complete comp BROWN LEDGE CAMP Mallett's Bay, Vt. for girls, limited to 50 campers, one counselor to every four sits. Exceptional sports equipment, seddle hor ourts, rife tonse. tivity without rigid schedules. tiding, 0 entize cost may be accurately Agwed ct start. ctor—HARRY E. J. BROWN, M.A. soil and motor boats, aquaplanes. Golf links, Dramatic and handcraft work, Wholesome oc- All-inclesive fee, including daily horse-bock Winter Address, 634 W. 147th Street, at Riverside Drive, New York City DGING W tty gosh dang your old Dod- der’s dundrearics if. the edition of the younger neration hasn't just kicked out of its didies, ‘ked around critically, found every- thing pretty mystifying and awful, and decided the best thing to do was t only this bat it finds ity elders, as exampled in the fast and Park Avenue sect, a pretty wet crew, with the Scott Fitzgerald gener- ation (now in its decrepitude) hard at them to see which is the wetter and twerpier, And quite incidentally, tho it has its own troubles and faint- ness of heart, it finds itself about the only refreshing thing at the moment. Naturally, it’s all very dishearten- ing and enough to make us take snuff. He we were, comfortable in’ the ht that Fitzgerald’s sad young men and damned beautiful women had just about cleaned up all the problems of youth and settled that matter at least, when along comes a brash young spokeswoman for the new juniors, thing away ng and « It's made us feel old of a sudden! Ah, well, all we can do is take it. After all, if this is ways remember we were young once, newest to be brave. ) loose sweeping eve felt quite fresh and said and did quite a lot of wise things. w we've ev dently got hard in the arteries, som what stupid in the remarks and not en to the brittle. We suppose 's Life. And as for Miss Naney Hale who brought the whole business up again in “The Good Die she's going to be old some day her- self and how is she going to like it if some young squirt comes along and prods her under the stays! Juz the same, a wis Young,” book like Miss e's, full of naivete, the psychic wisdom of the young and a lot more, withallitsunevenness and many styles, is infinitely better reading than some- thing lik irteen Women” written by Tiffany Thayer. This Thayer has kicked up quite a lot of dust recently and we've frankly always been a lit tle suspicious of him. Now with teen Women" he has completely un- ranked himself. He writes dirt and sensationalism for dirt and sensation- hir- alism’s sake and his style is peculiarly dull. He's an unimportant phoney. AVING received a tittle or more of publicity anent “Shrine of Fair Women" by Ann Pinchot and having 1 THE BOOKS the window and heard the authoress rushing up and down 48th Street extolling her own thought we'd better peep into a copy and have a look for our- self. Could it be she was right about her own wor! a authors were the worst judges able of their own stuff. They usually consider it lousy—which it often is, but not always. We're awfully sorry now we both- ered. The book is mainly concerned with the modish goings-on in a smart Fifth Avenue dep't store and the after working hour didoes of its staff of buyers, put our car outside wares, we salesladies, customers and other finds in one’s comb around a joint like that. How- ever, a visit to a dep't store has al- ways left us with washlady foot, or dog, and readi yout the pol- itics of a great store left us approxi- mately the same, only more weary. Miss Pinchot has cut off more style than she can handle and that doesn’t take the ache out of things. Miss Pinchot is rumored to have gone to work in a store et the dope for her gentle little fren: So that’s who sold my aunt those neckties last Xmas! —Tep Suanet modomes” one