Judge — October 1934 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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Judge Mustress Pepys’ Journal By Baird Leonard S -TEMBER 1.—All through the night I did waken every hour on the hour, as though I were a time-card — for the Philadelphia trains, and at seven a houseman sweeping the porch outside my casements so far himself as to yodel a stave announcing that in the Philippines they have lovely screens to protect you from the glare, in the Malay States they have hats like plates which the Britishers won't wear, ete., so I did give up slumber as a bad business and fell to reading Frances Noyes Hart's “The Crooked Lane,” ich infuriated me, in that the characters embroider their conver- sation to the point of imbecility, and seem incapable of making a simple declarative sentence, nor was this florescent dialogue strengthened by the constant misuse of “apt” for “likely.” Moreover, Mrs. Hart is sufficiently thrall to the trappings of this world as to write snobbishly, like a society forgot “Lord! Has that man Abercrombie been stock- ing the water tower again!” Fool around with my wife willyal” reporter impressed with the glamour of unaccustomed envi- ronments, and [ could not but ponder what a success she would be as a cinema director, and regret that there was nothing at nd by James M. Cain or Ernest Hemingway to remove the taste of her truffles from my mouth. But “Years Are So Long,” drenched in gloom, proved an absorbing dote, and resolved me to pu i against the slir ase an anny and arrows of any outrageous fortune, albeit [ cannot grasp the author's implied horror of an Old lies Home, having long felt that such an be an ideal refuge for indigent anility, with contemporary companions always at hand to make up : And when [ said as much to Samuel, he voiced his hope that by the time I reach ms of bidding id scoring would have been standardized by federal statute. This afternoon to a lawn party at which the guests were bidden to dress 1 act like children of ten or under, and - of them played their parts mighty the milk and pap served them were insidiously primed with spirits. As for me, I had refused to attend unless T was wheeled thither, as no perambulator could be found with springs worthy of my weight, [ went paint-cart which ad been glorified into a lacy bassinet, and did have the time of my nurse's life. S 2 IMBER 2.—Mistress Chauncey Olcott and Clara Bell Walsh over from Saratoga for luncheon, telling me a magician who can fix my ailing toes so that they will not her me in the future, and I did solemnly write down his me and address, once again instancing the triumph of hope over experience. Lord! it is a pity indeed that foot trouble not interfere with one’s a te, for I did make a nty meal of lobster mayonnaise, chicken Maryland, corn fritters, braised lettuce, strawberries and junket. Talking afterwards with young Nancy Conent, finding her disconso- late over her progress with a cavalier, all of thirty-two, with whom she is smitten. “He came for lunch yesterday, Mistress Pep,” she quoth, “and albeit I had ordered a perfect menu, put on my smartest frock, and used my evening perfume, he stayed only until a quarter of three Which proves the adage about one man’s meat, ete., forasmuch as Sam and [ have difficulty in ridding ourselves of the same swain before three in the morning. Mistress Hastings up from Westbury (Page 22, please) at once itution would table of bridge. 1 such a haven the syst y well, forasmuch comicbooks.com