Judge — May 1936 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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Judge | Mistress Pepys’ Journal PRIL 1.—Awake too betimes, so . , then, studder A lay reading “Gandy Ni By Baird Leonard ght” by is low, to the telepho minded that our cellar A writer whom I ‘ st nd if Bob Banning so much as utters ler with our wine merchant agai Doro y L. Sayers. mystery scribe, but who now dinner tonight, did once consider hi st book one syllable about vintage. has the bouquet, ete. | shall crown him s which I read was full of time-table st forasmuch as Bob was born yatical sense, i, Indiana, and never tasted lemic conver- anything better than beer and dandelion wine until after s become almost too tiresome, forasny h with one of the candlestich re of } and in and reared in) South Be ne with a deficient 1 ble plot is going for this one the improt rd! These nourve reli Moreover, was thirty years old. 1. LY CONNOISS sation, which has no place where anything are more tire gious fanatics or ed by a faint rumor in 3 the building employees strike may not be Ned out in I nv, having suffered were strikebreakers. ch 1 beheld our Al for I was sure that St Peter himself would not look any better to me a female of uncertai politics and I do wish Katie the journals tl rs) Hosp te from Ar engagi tie Sliced. ora could skin them 4 Then the post Ashforth with naught but lined on the envelope, for Amy « irity to put “New York City” than affected persons who ed by the avalanche of es my bi settlec for if our boys are ¢: pted to leap tr brigands that adroit rd 1 the wi to glimpse a1 name and street address under sider it the height of on local mail, but even at at his post after two weeks’ g joy with w vulg that she plea “Manhattan.” Greatly de I do wish that I could act represented by Mis Fiske in a play who never tfter having es me m endured an indifferent doorman with a broken nose and a liflower ear. To luncheon at the Waldorf with the Bon- of the woman once eve the 5 ys. my es from niney. HL, and was aston paid ar tention to tr. ished to » that Dutch men’s ments u they had suffered a fracture of were printed in red ink, A eight ribs when his Bellanea v call from Cora was forced down at Hagers- Scovil, who was chosen as T town, but Tivvie. his wife, ty re of the twe hat my astonish “career” women for 1936, and she did tell me ched ment by » means ma her own when taxi driver how, when went to kd he ‘local Neectaitcia patieask 1ospital cheerfully informed A Pe her that the guy who had she walked smashed in he big plane was across the studio, ¢ dead. All the afternoon de ise was, and when she le her doff voted to dinner details to an extent: which might have ated that Emily Post to be amongst — the guests. And even at that | told him, he bi the offending garment indi straightway, lest it be heard all over the United States and Canada, so r to « t bef did finally weaken and or t for | out of eves of an hilariot der the hot canapes from the club, At last to the e-longue for a short nat lery chai breather, and then up and Hard at my scrivening all the aftern m and evening, did on my claret chiffon, i pausing only for a tray sup- piously conscious that I had per. of cold meats pickled invited during Samuel's ab- | peaches, and salad with Ruciah diesine, and 36 sence people whom he does very weary to bed, praying “Tell the organist to jazz it up—we have noticninuserover, ant ful that I should) not hear a $3 give them turtle soup, lob: voices outside my four- to make a train. ster Newburg, guinea hen teenth story window in quot- casserole, fried hominy, able, same dialogue, a frequent hallucination which Samuel tor pear salad with Camembert, and vanilla ice | advises me not to advertise too widely, lest an unkind interpre- cream with a sauce of brandied strawberries to which every | tation be put on some of my more unaccountable actions. body was holpen twice. And afterwards, albeit I did act the | periect hostess to the letter, it seemed as if they would never | Fe ay late, p this and that, such as why go home, in especial Bill Brace, whom I did ask at the last police matrons are always fat. and what made Keats moment, when Neville Barnes defaulted, to avoid having put pepper on his tongue before drinking iced champagne, and thirteen at table. comicbooks.com