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LIFE 29 ime c) goes to the Yankee Stadium to t some views of Babe Ruth in ac- tion. He finds that the Yankees aren’t playing there that day. The huge stadium is absolutely deserted. So Buster furtively steps out to the pitcher's box and delivers a series of imaginary pitches at which an imaginary batter (probably the Babe himself) swings futilely. Then, hav- ing retired the side, Buster steps up to the plate himself and, after an imaginary ar- gument with the umpire, hits an imag- inary home run, and acknowledges grace- fully the thundering cheers of the imagi- nary spectators. This scene is beautiful and true and infinitely touching. It is typical of Buster Keaton at his best. There are many other good things in “The Camera Man,” including the comely Marceline Day and a scene wherein Buster, sent to Photograph a visiting admiral as he leaves his hotel, levels his camera at the impressive hotel doorman while the admiral walks past unobserved. THE TALKIES are Progressing rapidly, but it will be a long time before they can produce comedies that approach the old silent standard. Recent Developments, a guide to cur- rent movies, will be found on page 30. “Wax Ficures Ruth Snyder and Judd Gray in the Electric Chair, Hickman, These are big real attractions." —Advertisement in the Billboard. Bune the kiddies! “Well, well! Another Chicago racket man found slain!” “Dear me! I had no idea tennis was such a brutal game.” Truth in Indiana One cold winter night some years ago, a little group of prominent Hoosiers were huddled in a corner of the old Colum- bia Club rotunda, when the subject of hard liquor came up. “I hate the taste, ¢ very odor of liquor,” said a venerable Judge, “but I'm troubled with a little irri- tation in my throat, nothin’ serious, I guess, but it’s unpleasant at times, and I find that just a teeny nip o° liquor in the morning is the only thing that'll relieve it.” Then a locally celebrated vitriolic edi- torial writer said, “I never cared a cent fer liquor. Oh, I might take a little drink just to be sociable if I'm caught out in company with friends, but I don’t care for it.” Now a well-known and widely feared attorney, well past sixty, spoke up. “I don’t care for liquor and never did. I might take a drink at a banquet if there was to be some speeches, maybe two small drinks, or I might fortify myself with a little sniff if I was starting for a sleigh ride, or I might disguise a drop or two with some ginger ale if I have a particularly hard day ahead o” me.” “Well, gentlemen,” said a well-known Republican wheelhorse, “‘liquor’s my medicine. I can’t say I like the taste of it, but I've got a leg that’s been botherin me for years. Maybe in the morning Til take just a jigger, possibly less, o’ liquor, an’ I find it soothes me. And then at night before I go to bed I'll likely stir up maybe two tablespoonsful of liquor in some hot water and sugar and, by George, I sleep like a log.” In this little coterie of cronies sat an Indiana writer, now dead, of world-wide fame. He had listened attentively till all were through. Then he walked over to a cuspidor, and returned and dropped into his chair, crossed his legs, and said, “I drink liquor ‘cause it makes me feel so damn good.” Kin Hubbard (Abe Martin). FOOLISH QUESTION “I saw a good professional football game yesterday.” “Was anyone hurt?” “I said ‘professional’.” Once upon a time when a girl went out with a fellow and didn’t come home that night it was a scandal. Now it’s a transatlantic flight. New name for a “chummy road- ster”: A Companionate Carriage. Che ObservationWard — Department of Rumpled Mentality — ISKUNFELEGYHAZA is sit- uated on the off corner of Forty-Second and Broadway, October. It is bounded on the north by pink, on the east by green and on the north by something in small type (Fig.l). “TL have che impression that that last quart didn't agree with me.? The Gootsagootsa mountains run wild near by (Fig.2). Eleven tons of heavy mud were exported in 1802, showing how little reward virtue really is in this workaday world (Fig.). In the summer preceding the year eighteen hundred and froze to death, the bearded ladies of Kisk- unfelegy-etc., went vandyke and lease “ewart, “no. Ender: KK ¢.) have you 28. of met freddie Pai doole?” ‘ewart) poless.] stand started an epidemic of incipient ade- noids, whooping-cough, gangrene, gang: pink, cigarettes, cigars and sweet chewing tobacco(Fig.6). King Steuw. pidd XI, first sovereign of Kiskunf> etc., was crowned on Labor Day, 1132 chat enis here is mister Boole, (Fig.). He recovered consciousness next day and the bandages were removed two weeks later(Fig.6). Hence the name,’Keokuk"(No Fig). The congre- ation will now lean over and sing, iskunfelegyhazans Never Shall Be Slaves”(Fig.2). The market remains firm at this juncture but there isa fidgety trade in second-hand jiblets (Fig.1). Weather forecast for last Wednesday, light variable zephyrs, followed by hay fever and stray dogs. “he is comin, < the loves when the g ASS of robinnns alora comicbooks.com