Judge — June 1934 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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Your Room Has a Masic Number — at the ST. REGIS | Through some magic artistry all your wants have been anticipated and at- tended to. A touch of the buzzer brings service as prompt as Aladdin's Genii. So pleasant, so inviting and so satis- fyingly comfortable are the rooms and suites at the St. Regis that one is tempt- ed to linger indoors to enjoy it all the more. Notably spacious dimensions... superbly and charmingly furnished ... serenely sound-proof. Daylight enters unobstructed. Serving pantry on every floor. Four dining rooms. Close to Radio City, Central Park, shops and theatres. Double room and bath—Seven Dollars...$3.80 per person. Sitting room, double room and bath from Ten Dollars |S.00 per person. Single room and bath from $4.00. EAST FIFTY-FIFTH STREET at FIFTH AVENUE, NEW YORK SUNSHINE AND SEA SPACIOUS SUN DECKS—LARGE SUNNY ROOMS—OLD TIME HOSPI- TALITY—DELIGHTFUL COMFORT— HEALTH BATHS—DANCING— GOLF—FAR FAMED RESTAU- RANTS—AMERICAN AND EUROPEAN PLAN. J. W. MOTT Managing Director H. B. MONTGOMERY Manager She. TRAYMORE ATLAN TIC crTy The -Pre-Fminent Hotel -Achievement 28 The Bridal Path RS. PEMBERTON, still noz un. attractive for all of her thirty. five years of dowager-duchessing, tim. idly rapped on the door of her daugh. tér’s room. “Come in,” sang out a blithe young voice. “Hello, Gracie darling,” said Mrs, Pemberton as she sat at the foot of her daughter’s bed and gazed tenderly a her lovely offspring. “Tomorrow your happy day—the day that means everything to a girl—and I only hope you will be as happy on that day as [ was many years ago.” She smiled in fond recollection. “You know, my dear,” she added, “it was also in June.” “You're a darling,” said Gracie, “and I only hope you and I will always be like this, just good pals.” Mrs. Pemberton pressed her daugh- ter’s hand and left the room. Slowly she strolled down The Georgian hall, through The Queen Anne drawing room and entered the lovely old library, She stood before the huge windows and gazed out at the lawn. An involuntary tear of happiness coursed down her cheek. “Begging your pardon, madam,” said Parkinson who had entered unobserved, “is there anything you wish?” | “No, Parkinson, thank you,” said Mrs. Pemberton. “I want to be alone in my happiness. Lucky, lucky girl—to- morrow she receives her first divorce.” —Arthur L. Lippmann. The Color-Blind Poet to His Love GAZE into your orange eyes And stroke your purple hai Please let me kiss your pea-green lips And lavender cheeks so fair. Your teeth are like two amethysts, Your ears are black a Your crimson nose I can’t resist, You're the rainbow of my soul cc. MISTRESS PEPYS’ (Continued from page 10) upon I mentioned the obese chance I had of getting “None knew her but to lov none named her but to pra This night to a musicale at the Rowland Stebbins, where Florence Kimball and Edward Johnson much better than I am sure the are capable of, and I had pleasant ¢ verse with many persons, amongst Mistress Otis Skinner and George Kelly, the playwright. So home and to bed, somewhat regretful that I had beet such a zany as to take two sausages with | my scrambled eggs. comicbooks.com