Judge — January 1939 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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introducing a new dance (wonder why?) “The Palais Glide,” which was supposedly started in their spare time by soldiers in garrison at Yorkshire, England, and is now the rage at Hammersr London; Versailles, 151 East 50th Street, with entertainers, rhumba band and Maximillian Bergere’s orchestra; and the Persian Room of the Plaza Hotel, with the Hart- mans, of Cole Porter's latest show “You Never Know.” Just to be different, four sugges: tions for new things and places: If you're out shopping, you can order your favorite cocktail and song at cadilly Circus Bar at the Hotel Piccadilly—both will be ready when you a Sunday-night din- ers who get up too late for break- fast can combine it with lunch at the Lombardy Hunt Breakfast in the Lombardy Bar, 111 East 56th Street, served from noon on. The first drink is on the house; if you've never been to a jam session, the place to go is Nick's in nwich Village, Sunday afternoons from four to seven, where Bobby Hackett and his team make it hot for the pa- trons; and if you want to know where to go when the last night lights flicker out along 52nd Street’s gold coast, yo to the Pancake, just around the corner at 1200 Sixth Avenue, where aristocratic nerves are steadied by colfee & snacks against the long, long hackride home. "But, Mabel—you asked me to bring along my best friend!" Random information reaches Junior that Guy Lombardo and his Kingly Canucks are back at the Roosevelt Grill; that Sunday after- noon cocktail dancing is new and different in the lavishly-decorated Raleigh Room of the Warwick, 65 West 54th Street (it’s nothing new in the Plaza); that popular “Cissie” Loftus is continuing her Sunday night series of Impres- sions and’ Impersonations indefinitely atthe Vanderbilt Theatre; that Paul Whiteman, his orchestra and soloists will be at Carnegie Hall on Xmas night itself, beating out a concert of the works of modern American composers; and. that Le Coq Rouge, 65 East 56th Street, has ac- quired Anne Francine as a nightly singer—a debutante fluff what can ackshully sing. THE JUDGE FOR JANUARY sTRUNSEMD “Let's get some, Martha, just for the hell of i FEW reasons—as taken from recent court and police records—-why we behave like hu- man beings: San Diego, Calif comely young lady, brought in for disporting in the clement water minus bathing suit, pleaded that a button had come undone and a sportive wave had stripped the suit off and carried it away, and what could) a poor girl do? (But an unsympathetic judge responded with "Twenty: five days in clink"—or words to that effect.) William Lake, B. C.—Mollie John, an In- dian, haled into court for possesing liquor, pleaded: “A white man dropped the bottle from an airplane and it fell into my pocket.” Paris.-When police arrested Seversky Plinko- vitz for trying to break down the Russian Em- bassy door, the prisoner declared: “This is a personal affair between me and the Soviets.” New York.-Max Thomas, old clothes man, arrested for shouting too loudly in the streets, said: “Impossible—T can't shout because my false teeth would fall out.” London.—William Richards, 68, to prove he wasn't drunk when found prostrate in the street, explained. “Your Lordship, | have a spinal complaint which at times makes me in- capable of standing, San Jose, Calif.—A motorist seized for drunk- en driving, declared: “Why, Judge, somebody was pushing my car.” w New York.—Maurice Wilcox, 23, a chauffeur, charged with ransacking adjoining apartment, protested: “I was only looking fora match.” Canton, Pa.—Mott Cowan, of Overton Town- ship, fined $1 for failure to send his two chil- dren to school, pleaded: “The woods on the way to school are full of bears.” New York.—Conway Lexicon, a Negro, ar rested for possessing an. illegal policy slip, insisted: “Somebody stuck that card in my pocket to get a job with three months ago.” ston, Il.—George Nellessen, 54, a taxicab driver, who ran through a stop- Sense BY C. F, KETTERING If it were not for Latin and Greek, science books would be much thinner. Most people think that if they have several words that mean the same thing, they understand the subject. | would rather work on Main Street than in a cloister, for | like contact with people. In doing research work we must learn to let the job be the boss, and we must not butt in with our preconceived notions, I was driving along when I felt a gnat crawling inside me, and I got so excited getting my shirt off 1 wasn't watching traffic.” yeles.—Vincent. Connell, accused of ng 10 false fire alarms and watching the perplexed firemen while he, cavorted on his bicycle, explained: “I know now like this, judge—” what made me do it-I mixed wine with bee London.—The father of a 16-year-old cyclist, . vard stop sign, told the The boy is a clever mathematician, but is word-blind.” Irs. Lusky Rowland, ac- cused of speeding 37 miles an hour, protested indignantly: “Ridiculous-my dog, Hi Chow, who always lies down and whimpers when I go over 30 was sitting upandenjoyinghim- self at the time, ALLAN FINN Berkeley, Calif comicbooks.com