Paramount Pep-O-Grams (1927)

Page Four E P-O-G RAMS READING FROM LEFT TO RIGHT: Sally McLoughlin, Alvin Adams, Bert Adler, Albert Hollis, Edward Corcoran, August Harding, Charles Lomax, Joseph J. Doughney, Fred Becker, Lillian Langdon. RECOVERED. Miss Tess Sternberger, private secretary to R. M. “Dick” Blumenthal, was threatened with a nervous breakdown. But we’re happy to relate that a visit of more than a week to Atlantic City has brought her back into the Foreign Department looking happy and in splendid health. COPY HOUND! Mickey Uris, one of the princes of wit and wisecracking, has moved up one desk in the Advertsing Department, to the copy bench recently occupied by James Barton Zabin. That brings him PEP’S OWN NOTICE BOARD Miss Irene F. Scott, Chairman of the Educational Committee, advises that the Speed Class meets regularly on Monday evenings at 5 p.tn. in Room 803. All interested should bring note books and pencils. And — Miss Scott also advises that a class in Parliamentary Procedure will be formed shortly. Potential and prospective future officers of the ParamountPep Club, and other organizations of like nature, should familiarise themselves thoroughly with this subject. Those interested should consult with Mr. Alvin Freisinger, Room 701. And — _ Miss Scott also issues a reminder that the library in the Salmon Tower Building, 11 West 42nd Street, is ready to serve Pep Club members at any time. They have all of those books which you have noted down in your “must not fail to read” list — arid a lot more that will make you glad that you did not miss them. The L. Y. L. League seems to have an almost 100% membership. A recent investigation around the corridors and dressing rooms of the building revealed the fact that less than one-half of one percent had omitted to join. The L. Y. L. League is the “Lock Your Lockers League,” and Joseph P. McLoughlin, office manager, is chief organiser. about forty-four inches nearer to the sunlight of 43rd Street. Mickey — A1 Adams tells us — is turning in some mighty snappy copy for the press books. RADIO. Those who have seen the set built by R. B. Rasmussen for Ed Corcoran are loud in their praises. R. B. might have quit Auditing and gone into the radio business were it not for one thing. You seeauditing is tremendously appealing to him; and he only builds radio sets for his friends. INTRA-ALIBI JEALOUSY. It seems that the Association of Confirmed Subway Breakdown Alibiers has received a severe slap in the nickel slot. For years they have gone along their late-at-the-office ways, with their minimum of lateness set at fifteen minutes and their maximum at an hour and a half. And now a cranky little ferry-boat has nipped their leadership away from them. The sputtering little craft, plying from Kill Van Kull to Bayonne (Say, how d’ye expect Pep-O-Grams to know where those places are?), broke down in midstream one day last sometime-or-other, and drifted in the crystal clear waters adjacent to Staten Island for two glorious hours. There were a couple of Paramounteers on board, but being good Pepsters, they had started for the office two hours earlier than had other folks supposed to be at their desks at 9 o’clock .... Now trump that ‘ace’! JOB NOT FOR SALE. Henry Spiegel hereby gives notice, warning and general admonition that he will not exchange positions with anyone. He warns members that he will shoot on sight those who remark: “Pretty soft for you, with that slow music and show girls!” He emphasizes that much of this notice is directed at Bill Hecht. JUST A MINUTE! Seymour Schultz recounts a little interlude wherein Jack asked Jim: “Where is ‘Minute Street’ in Manhattan?” and when Jim said he didn’t know, Jack promptly replied: “Sixty-second Street!”