Judge — July 1935 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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S ee >. When in Milwaukee, visit the famous Pabst Brew- eries. See the labora- tories and scientific control that assure and aintain Pabst Blue Ribbon quality. Sure—the fish can wait when IT'S TIME FOR PABST. Out there in the hot sun—peace—quiet—and the fish just foolish over your bait—that’s a fisher- man’s dream. And when there's cool, refreshing Pabst Blue Ribbon Beer or Ale, too—it’s adream come true. But whether you are fishing or not—make good, thirst-quenching, cheerful Pabst Blue Ribbon Beer or Ale your hot weather companion. Freshen up with Pabst. At your meals —just before tuming in for the night —and when good fellows get together, certainly IT'S TIME FOR PABST. Pabst Blue Ribbon Beer and Ale © 19%, Premier-Pabst Corp., Chicago BOOKS (Continued from page 1) “ OUNG Joseph” by Thomas Mann. The number twoer in a sledge hammer trilogy. It is typically he-Mannish: biblically simple in the chassis but mannishly brainy in the body. Mann, you know, is the Einstein of novelists today. An exiled German intellectual his stuff is eaten up by gods, C.C.N.Y. grads and highbrow stenogra- phers. Mann has everything, only one's fingers get frostbitten merely by han- dling his ice-cold perfect books. You may remember his “Magic Mountain” for instance. It was a better book than this, a pure classic, livened with a lot of gay life among the Swiss consump- tive colonists. All the same, Manny boy is un- doubtedly a mental giant and de- serves respect even if you can’t read him. If you still care to struggle thru Joseph’s symbolic doings have a box of aspirins handy and don’t say we didn’t warn you. Personally, we advise the original libretto in the Bible. — It's shorter and more to the point and easier to grasp. F THE Mann number doesn’t get you, “Condemned to War” by Johann Rabener must. It’s a ten-ton Teuton lulu in which a young Heine musician, too sensitive to take the decadent whoopee of Berlin in the 1920's, bumps off his nymphomaniac mother then turns gun on self in suicide pact with frau. This is known as light Hitler summer reading and is best enjoyed while munching a plate of kraut und wienies. ss IPENESS Is All” by Eric Link- later is hard to classify. La- belled a comedy it’s hard to tell if the joke isn’t on the author for it’s certainly not in the book. It is the story of one Major Gander, who leaves a will in which the heir who produces the great- est number of legitimate kids within the shortest period wins the will’s plums. Obviously a sexy idea with comic pre- tensions, it sounds better to be told about than to see on paper. Not that the secksual side of the thing is meant to shock sensitive fellows like us. No, it’s all very clean and above bed. What is shocking is the author’s misplaced con- fidence in himself as the rightful heir to the quill of Rabelais. Somehow Linklater, as gifted as he is, strikes us as a perpetual Ox- ford senior, smelling of tweeds and pipe-tobacco, a great talker in taverns, and a bearer of a pseudo-robust air. He is a self-advertised he-man_ satir- ist and there is no he-man English writer anymore than Rabelais could have been Shakespeare or vice versa. —Tep Suan comichooks.com