Judge — April 1938 — page 29: what you’re looking at

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The roster of wearers of THE JupGe High Hat award: Mr. Howard Hughes, Mr. J. Edgar Hoover, Mr. Thomas E. Dewey, Colonel Charles A. Lindbergh, Mr. Franklin D. Roosevelt, Mr. Stephen Early, Mr. George M. Cohan, Mr. Alfred M. Landon. ington Avenue, from its venerable beginnings in Tory Gramercy Park to its last ribald wanderings in the unex- plored wilderness north of 96th Street, longs desperately for something individual like the glamour of Park Avenue, the gaudy dignity of Fifth, the flashy gusto of Broadway, or even the svelte chic of Madison. . .. At Lexington and 71st Street a bicycle tire has hung for months now, encircled about the street sign on the lamp post—brashly, piquantly, inexplicably. . . . Several blocks down a natty young lady, a pair of worn riding boots under her arm, was bound for a repair store. A soggy derelict, passing by, raised his head and remarked cheerily, “Well, lady, you never know when you may meet a horse.” . . . At 49th Street is the Belmont Plaza, where the ebullient Ralph Hitz carries auto-suggestion to a new high with his new bar, the Glass Hat. Glass brick, streamlined architecture, politeness that kills, and a steady stream of thirsty burghers. . . . A stone’s throw away is the quict, subdued Barclay bar, where undisturbed brooding is permitted at all hours. . . . Scarce a dozen tea rooms south is the garish spire of the Chrysler building, which was the tallest pin- nacle in New York for at least a few weeks during the Building Race of happy memory. From its cloud.girt aerie in Chrysler Build- ing's fifties and sixties to mere thirties in gargantuan Rockefeller Center moves this month its offices beetle-browed Shogun Henry Luce’s titanic Time, Inc. . . . Time Marches Down... April, 1938 Corporation Control Intrigued by all this talk about the Roto-Romp Exerciser, the treadmill gadget that gives your dog his workout right in the apartment, Junior dropped around to the emporium of Abercrombie & Fitch, purveyors to the opulent. Overcome by the awe that an Indian must feel in the presence of the Great White Father, he never did get to the dog department, but was given a demonstration of the Exercycle, an electrical home gymnasium on which you can bicycle, ride horseback, and row—all at once, if you can stand the strain. Irvin Cobb, Walter Chrysler, Mrs. Clark Gable, Ed Wynn, Jesse Jones, and Louella Parsons each have one. Mr. Abercrombie and Mr. Fitch have put their heads together again with a fine feel for the little refinements. Susan B. Anthony Adverse For girls who are considering living in the city for a while, Junior might as well recommend now as any time the Barbizon Women’s Club, which is a recog. nized institution. Without a doubt it is the only hostelry he knows of that combines the security of a nunnery with easy access at all times to every young broker in town. It is also interesting to note that the Princeton Club allows women guests every day, the Har- vard Club on Sundays, the Yale Club never. For God, For Country, and For. Men Only. (Page 41, please) 27 comicbooks.com