Judge — September 1935 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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EAR PAPA JUDG Maybe I didn’t tell you but I'm back in California, Sam flew me out to the San Diego Exposition in his two-seater. I just stepped in the plane, said good-bye to no one and without fuss, feathers, or insurance was off for the Coast. All of which brings out the fact more and more that California is just a place overnight from New York. [can see the week-ender eventually leaving his office in the Graybar Bldg. at 5:15 Friday and being back at his desk early Monday, hav- ing spent the week-end outside the Holly- wood Brown Derby collecting autographs. And they tell me it’s only a matter of decibel hours or deisels and dosels before you'll be able to make Shanghai and the foreign colony in three days, with a dash of Honolulu surfboarding on the way. I suppose when that comes around they'll have to increase the week-end to six days but if Science isn’t standing still why should Pleasure? But to get on with the Exposition, An exposition, sir, is a fair in a frock coat with a Ford exhibit. In this instance Mr. Ford has himself a large building in which an entire Ford is put together without HAT string. Also Ford parts are shown being made right before your eyes. I immediately thought of the ideal way to be assured of all Ford repairs at any emergency. Carry an assembly and forg- ing plant in your trailer behind—or ride in a Buick. Fast thinking, eh? Well, I might as well admit I went from the Ford exhibit directly to the thing that brought me to the Exposition—The Nu- dist Camp. Which means I missed the palaces of Fine Arts, Model Kitchens, in which you can find everything but some- thing to eat, Bits of Yosemite Valley, Oil Cempany exhibits and Radio Homes. After all why should I slip over thousands of miles of country just to take in things I wouldn't look at in New York even on free tickets? O I hotfooted to the Nudist Camp in the Zoro Gardens. As you know a Nu- dist is a person who has nothing to show but insists on showing it. These nudists were different. They were the nudes that are good nudes, the sort of people who're going to give nudism a good name and put a little body behind the movement. For two-bits I was offered the privilege “It’s just for tonight, ma. I rented the barn to some city folks for a theatre.” 16 vas} < FRED WEE. “What invitation!!! I’m looking {q the « of either rubbernecking at the nudies through a grove or of removing my own clothes and gamboling right amongst the nuts. For two-bits I wasn't going to deny my readers, so off went my things and nudist I went. Y first feeling was that it was Ladies’ Night in the Athletic Club Swim- ming Pool. But veteran of a thousand Long Island orgies of the True Confession mags, I was soon myself, trying to get up a good swift game of tag, as Lad Chatterly and her boy friend always did when they found themselves in the woods But they weren't tagging, they were tab- leaning. So I too had to tableau. There being a little waterfall in a little glen I was soon posing in groups with a gent who had crepe whiskers and fancied himself as Neptune. So we did Neptune and the Diana Girls Standing Atop the! five comicbooks.com Bar, on Th ree oundit the ] I was t I wa nside > enfil > civil has a nd w ball? H lie