Judge — January 1938 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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Resotvep for 1938: That the day of the gracious gesture, the super service and the outstanding act is not yet done. That such deeds merit suitable recognition, and that each month throughout the New Year Judge, Jr., will present the finest high hat procurable to that gentleman who seems most deserving of this emblem of probity and good fellowship. The Judge, Jr. High Hat Award for January \¥ To: Mr. Stephen Early, Secretary to President Roose- velt, liaison between the Chief Executive and the Press of the United States. Executive Offices, The White House, Washington, D.C. Crration: For a never failing cheerfulness; for a thorough understanding of the problems which beset sincere newsgatherers; for never forgetting the days when, as an A.P. and U.P. man, he had the same prob- lems; for an unfailing courtesy to the new men from little and unimportant papers; for the gracious ignor- ing of the hostility of anti-Administration correspond- ents; for telling the truth always, on or off the record; for his accessibility; for his refusal to be tempted into either censoring or reading a story in advance about the Administration; for his loyalty to, and love of, his Chief, Franklin D. Roosevelt; and because he never forgets a friend, or refuses to do a favor within his power to grant; Judge, Jr., takes great pleasure in pre- senting a gallant gentleman with his High Hat Award. Anp now Junior is sorry to confess that he's been evading his duty. He should have been helping to tear down Times Square, come New Year; but here he is greeting 1938 from the top of a Miami palm. Miami is already opening its jaws to welcome in the tourists. The natives are winking knowingly at each other, as they spot the “foreign” license plates coming down the street. The managers of the swank hotels are hard at work, jacking up their rates. And slot machines—"the one-armed bandits” —are popping up like so many crocuses. In short, all loyal Floridans are making ready to tap the winter flow of northern sugar; and that, my children, is why your Uncle Junior is residing high up among the branches. Here, have a cocoanut while Junior describes the view: First, there is not a single legitimate theater to be seen in all Miami. There are night clubs aplenty and movies galore, but the nearest thing to a playhouse where actors appear in person is Minsky’s Bur- lesque on the beach. Down here Minsky’s is still doing busi- ness in the old way and along the old lines. As for the movies, most of the local theaters charge tweny- five cents for an afternoon's performance. Two o'clock is the time limit and there is hurrying and scurrying to beat the rap. Miami Beach, the largest city in the country without a rail- HIGH HAT road station, charges whatever the traffic will bear, but most of the natives wait a couple of weeks when the same pictures show in Miami proper, Coral Gables or Cocoanut Grove. Those who fancy themselves as dog pickers are busy wiring friends up north trying to get the makings of a bankroll, for on January 3rd the dogs start after the mechanical rabbit on the Miami Beach course and on January 17th the West Flagler track opens. These dogs have trade names and domestic names. For example, Lord Chichester Chichester 3rd (who, you will recollect, upset all the dope by coming in first in the tenth race) may be known to his intimates—his trainer and other personal friends—as Bosco. Once in a blue moon a grayhound, throwing his soul into his work, will actually catch up with the mechanical rabbit before it disappears into the chute and tear it to pieces, but this is not considered sporting, for these clockwork contriv- ances run into moncy. It is only fair to say, however, that the conventional Old Wing grayhound would never think of (Page 77, please) The Judge and have muc! wrot Whi his s bit t try | comicbooks.com