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Judge — May 1937 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page is primarily **advertising and record reviews**, not political satire. The dominant content is a large advertisement for Sandy Macdonald Scotch whisky, featuring a bottle and glass with the slogan "They All Come Back For Sandy Macdonald." The left column contains Charles Jackson's record reviews discussing classical music (Beethoven, Delius, Handel) and jazz recordings (Duke Ellington, Fats Waller, Tommy Dorsey). These are straightforward critical assessments. The small illustration accompanying the reviews appears to be a generic musical scene—a pianist or musician at an instrument—rather than political commentary. **This page reflects Judge's evolution** toward lighter entertainment content and advertising revenue during the 1930s, moving away from its earlier satirical focus.
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Man Who Could Work Miracles. Dett handling of H. G. Wells’ latest indictment of capitalist society. Roland Young and the supporting cast all turn in excellent perfor- mances, Men Are Not Gods. And this movie is not good, despite the presence of Miriam Hopkins and Gertrude Lawrence. Nancy Steele Is Missing. A melodra- matic, but exciting and often convincing tale of kidnapping. Strangely enough, Victor Mc- Laglen at times gets off some of the most forceful speeches ever heard on the screen. On fhe Avenue. A really good musical with music by Berlin, nonsense by the Ritz Brothers and singing (and not bad singing, either) by Dick Powell. Penrod and Sam. A very, very good treat- ment of Tarkington's bit of juvenalia. As simple and wholesome as an ice cream sody. Quality Street. If you like Barrie here's one of Sentimental Jimmy's better thin, done very nicely. Miss Hepburn and Mr. Tone do well by themselves, Hollywood, and Mr. Barrie. Step Lively, Jeeves. P. G. Wodchouse’s superlative retainer returns to the screen, por- trayed by Arthur Treacher. Between the story, the imperturbable Treacher-Jeeves and George Givot, Alan Dinehart and Patricia Ellis, the Picle thing turns out to be a pretty hilarious affair. Seventh Heaven. Back around 1927 Janet Gaynor and Charlie Farrell made a colossal success in this sticky, sentimental piece of bric-a-brac about love in a Parisian slum. The present version, with Simone Simon and James Stewart in the leading roles, only goes to show that the world does progress in ten years, Swing High, Swing Low. Carole Lom- bard and Fred MacMurray, whom you'll remember from “Hands Across the Table,” are, this time, seen to less advantage. It's the typical Lombards Machurray young-love staff, but with just enough crackpottery in it to be worth seeing. The Woman | Love. This is the old Liederkranz about the two guys who loved the same gal set against a World War back- ground. And you'd never guess what branch of the service the boys are in. Give up? They're in the Air Corps! The Abysmal Brute. Also known as “Conflict,” and taken from the Jack London novel. It's a story about prizefighting in the 1890's and isn’t at all bad. John Wayne and Jean Rogers have the leads, The Soldier and the Lady. This picture, taken from Jules Verne's “Michael Strogoft” is a swiftly paced, hard-riding spectacle set against a military background and, generally speaking, it's good entertainment. You Only Live Once. An excellent yarn concerning an ex-convict’s efforts to go straight with every man’s hand against him. Henry Fonda, Sylvia Sidney and William Gargan, all give very fine, very sincere per- formances. When You're In Love. A pleasant enough musical starring Grace Moore. Worth seeing, if only to hear La Moore sing “Minnie the Moocher.” When Love Is Young. This wins the Lowell T. McGoo leather doilie for being, by at least eight lengths, the cheescyest, tripiest and most idiotic picture of the month —and pardon our understatement. RECORDS Charles Jackson Classical Beethoven: Symphony No. 8 in F Major, (Opus 93). A new version of the great one’s capricious moments aptly captured and inter- preted by Dr. Weingartner and his superb Vienna Philharmonic. Orchestra. (Columbia Masterworks). Delius: Society Volume 11. (Columbia Mas terworks). In seven 12” discs we are given Sir Thomas Beacham’s version of Delius’ fin- est work, The chorus (London Select Choir) and the orchestra, (London Philharmonic), under the direction of the able Sir Thomas, combine to weave one of the most potent sorcerers’ spells we know in music. Handel: discs (Columbia Masterworks). Sit Thomas Beacham gives a vital reading to this most pular of all Handel's large works. Col- laborating perfectly with Sir Thomas and the London Symphony Orchestra and Organ are the B.B.C. choir with Dora Labitte, Muriel Brunskill, Nellie Walker, Hubert Eidell and Harold Williams as soloists. Best Steppers The New East St. Louis Toodle-O & I've Got to Be a Rug-Cutter, by Duke Elling. | ton and his Orchestra (Master). A grand recording from a long list of Ellington discs. The Duke here sets a new high with the amazing harmonies of the brass parts plus some swell soloing by Cootie Williams (trumpet) and Barney Bigard (clarinet). To a Sweet Pretty Thing & Cryin’ Mood, by “Fats” Waller (Victor). Here we're faced with the rather unusual situation of “Fats” being honey-sweet on one side of the record and mighty blue on the other, which should mean a great deal to Waller- maniacs. In sum, a Waller double that's dif- ferent, but not different enough to stave off the realization that here is a great swing musician at his best. Shine & Nagasaki, by she quintette of the Hot Club of France (Victor). Nothing like the present penchant for swing has hit La Republique since Napoleon gave up the ghost. And here is swing that fs swing. In addition to a love of hot music, the French have a definite flair for the stuff—ergo—here is the hottest quintette in all France doing their stuff, and doing it with a Gallic esprit and a Gallic accent that makes it doubly charming. This is not only a first-rate hot dance record, but a collector's item. Black Eyes & Blue Danube, by Tommy Dorsey and his orchestra (Victor). Black Eyes, of course, is the haunting old Russian melody that everyone knows and loves, but with the Dorsey touch it becomes a very neat job of swing-time. As for the Blue Danube, we understand Johann Strauss wrote it as a waltz but the redoubtable Tommy turns it into a fox-trot to complete a dandy double. The Messiah in eighteen 12” “THEY ALL COME BACK FOR MACDONALD uesuansnte SCOTCH MORE AND MORE SMART PEOPLE ARE DISCOVERING THAT FOR THEIR MID-AFTERNOON OR BE- FORE DINNER SCOTCH AND SODA, EIGHT YEAR OLD SANDY MACDONALD CANNOT BE EQUALLED FOR QUALITY AND FLAVOUR. FOR YOUR NEXT SCOTCH AND SODA ASK FOR SANDY MACDONALD 86 Proof The Aristocrat of Scotch Whiskies Sole U. S. Agents Henry Kelly and Sons, ic. 413-419 WEST 14th STREET CHelsea 3-2100 NEW YORK CITY comicbooks.com