Judge — June 11, 1932 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE The Diary of Mrs. Pepys By Baird Leonard mM” 24.—Awake too betimes, so lay pondering this and that, in especial that if I were given three wishes, the first of them would be to become what is known as hardboiled, not to an extent that little children would flee from me, but sufficiently armored to cope with any given situ- ation and come out to my own advan- tage, for I did never quite believe Hor: statement that the upright man can encounter savage beasts with no firearms on him, merely relying on his integrity to see him safely through the jungle. And albeit I am no saint and am unaccustomed to wild ani- mals, I h. had dealin, recently 1s beside whose hiavéllian feeble efforts were like those of a babe in arms. Samuel in to filch from my breakfast tray, forasmuch as he is convinced that the toast or crumpets which I have taste better than those which Katie serves him, and he wanted to know if I 1 heard the slogan of the Republican party, which is “Don't change tobog- gans in the middle of the slide.” Then to the shops, where I did buy four of slippers, and come upon Lucy Hines, all a-flutter because one of her articles had not been printed exactly as she wrote it, and I do be- lieve she would have gone down and murdered the editor if I had not taken pains to divert her so that her mind was taken from her wrongs. But Lord! her wrath, methinks, justifiable, and I do well recall how when I was writing for a newspaper, I raised such a storm if my copy were changed that the publisher gave an order that my script was not to be edited save for obscenity and pro- fanity. Home for tea, and when my cozen telephoned to confide that one of her horses had won the steeple- chase at odds of thirty to one I was momentarily minded to cut my throat because I had not wagered on him. M* A misty morning, and i when I went to market I did meet Anne Angell walking with a newspaper over her head, her lifted arms drawing her skirts up to expose so much calf that I did twit her about it, whereupon she said “T all right. My legs are thirty: years old, but my hat’s brand new.” Bought a fine beefsteak and some mush- rooms and an alligator pear, and then to join Marge Boothby at a Wien Burglar—Kin I borrow dis detective story? 4 cinema, and she was wearing such large pendant earrings, great pearl balls, that it would not have aston- hed me if the person sitting be- hind her had asked her to remove them. And I was minded again of how C. Dodds, in the days of fluffy bobbed hair, asked a girl in front of him if she would kindly remove her hat, and when she did her uncon- fined tresses flew out so that the stage was obscured. He was obliged to ask her to replace it. To luncheon at a publick with Jane Grant, and we had some scrod, very fine, and some salad, and then to play bridge, gaining seven dollars, and so home to find a message from that out- rageous Hank Henning, whom I was obliged to put out of my house last week because of his inebriate antics, that he accepted my apolog. wearing my flowe night in Margaret De Archer’s Daughter,” an interesting study of neurasthenia, and it was almost more than I could bear that the heroine should have tossed a square emerald into the Carribean, to say nought of sending all her securities to a wench who had known her husband too well in the past. Tuned in on the radio for some light music, and was enraged that some of the bands played familiar tunes to their leader’s own arrange- ment, since I do hold that a popu- lar song should always be played as it is wrote, and not subjected to any v ions soever. Shocked, too, thata ter of so little consequence could so upset me, and pondering whether or not I am not over mobi- lized, as the psychiatrists saj nd Samuel also mentioned the pos bility, for he did tell me that I v playing a simple game of patience with all my heart and soul. So I must put a watch on myself and not give more en tever is in train than it demands. Lord! if I carry out all the br olutions I have been making of late, I shall be too good for human nature's daily food, but Samuel is no whit worried about my impending zintliness. The Bannings for dinner and Edith told of a passage in the Smith Col- lege Alumni Quarterly, about a pitch black night in which nobody was abroad in the street save a Scotch- » Who was developing films. She also told me that Angie Angell will not walk a step these days because she has no hose left save the fine French variety, and no ready cash to buy the more practical quality which are now to be found at any drapers. and was comicbooks.com