Judge — April 1938 — page 43: what you’re looking at

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Court Calendar (Continued from page 4) Father's Doing Nicely, by David Victor. How to treat the husband who's expecting a child. Hope of Heaven, by john O'Hara. The torpedo of the anti-intellectuals explodes one about a Hollywood writer and a bookstore salesgitl. Johnny writes hard, | Know These Dictators, 4y G. Ward Price. G. Ward sticks out his tongue at the Democracies. This might be effective if the tongue weren't black with polish off the boots of Der Fubrer and Il Duce. Love, Here Is My Hat, sy william Sar- ayan. Saroyan, here is mine. Anyone who an so entertaining shouldn't go bare- headed. Might get sunstroke. Sixteen Hands, by Homer Croy. Men have been heroes, dogs have been heroes, horses have been heroes, but this is the first time that an ass has been a hero. Hollywood should bid for this. The place is full of actors who could play the leading role. The Unvanquished, 4y William Faulkner. The snake charmer of the English language pipes one about the Civil War without try- ing to hang himself by the feet from a dic- tionary, Assigned to Adventure, by Irene Kuhn. In this story of her newspapering around the world, Mrs. Kuhn betrays the weakness of many reporters and rewrite men—overwrit- ing, conkdent that the copy desk will boil it down. The copy desk was out for a drink when this came through. MYSTERIES Dance of Death, by Helen McCloy. Sur- prise! A new kid takes a shot at mystery and hits the spot. Finger, Finger! by Henry Stephen Keeler. Any scribbler who can't solve his own plot ive a refund, inger writing in less than 300 pages ought to Henry must have sprained his 5336. The Dead Don't Care, by Jonathan Lati mer. A mystery as dead as its corpses, and even Miami murder, statutory offenses, and putrid puns can’t bring it back to life. The Man Who Murdered Goliath, by Geoffrey Homes. The best thing about the book is its name and even that’s a ringer. The whodunit gang is out to exterminate the family. Question & Answer Department Who will take up where Odd left off? ‘Who'll do the day-by-daying? . . . Who will observe what Odd observed? Who'll do the nation’s slumming? . . . —The New Yorker. (After the death of O. O. McIntyre.) Since Odd has gone, who'll carry on? Who'll sing the isle of stone? Who'll form a dream with smoke and steam?—— Charles Driscoll, THE JuDGE's own.* *See page 14. High Hat (Continued from page 27) Repealer Bruce Barton, who became a man many people know by writing “The Man Nobody Knows,” is Congressman from Junior's district. Junior arrived to hear the statesman addressing a small group of loyal Republican constituents the other night—just as Mr. Barton was remarking, “Now don't forget, I'm your Congressman. I'll do anything for you that I can. If you want to get your boy in the Navy—if you want to get your boy out of the Navy—just let me know.” Junior retired to the bar. When he returned, Mr. Barton was reiterating his program of repealing a law a week. “T've been asked to repeal about every law down to the Ten Commandments,” he said, “and some people have even written me suggesting that I make a few changes in them.” Return of the Native What with the tentative approach of warm weather, Cafe Society is coming back from the tropics by airplane, yacht, private car, thumb, and brake-rod, and foregathering once more in the Bistro Belt, in the East Fifties. More carloads of newsprint than Junior cares to count have been inked about these tinselly cit- izens recently, but if you still want to sce them in their natural habitat you may comb the area bounded by 48th Street and 60th Street between the Sixth and Lexington Avenues. Junior will brook no argument on these boundaries, America’s bleeding frontiers. National Gamin Week Youth, with all its flamboyant fancies, is surging hereabouts. An elderly friend, returning to his car, which was parked on a West Side street, found a con. siderable body of urchins jumping up and down on his front bumper. He remonstrated with the offending horde, and received this reassuring reply: “That's all right, Mister, we won't hurt ourselves.” . .. A banker's son, a scholar of some dimensions, was asked by his teacher the other day, “Who is | the greatest living conductor?” “Toscanini,” replied our subject. “Correct,” said the teacher. ‘Where is he now?” “In Italy, with Greta Garbo.” Jupce, Jr. Lives of great men now remind us We should promptly go to town, And, departing, leave behind us Nothing that is not nailed down. —R.CW. New Subscribers to THE JUDGE! 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