Paramount Pep-O-Grams (1927)

Page Ten P E P-O-G RAMS BETTER NOT BE LATE! A punctual Pepster tells us that Maxine Kessler is now entirely without excuses to account for being late on sunny mornings. It seems that according to our correspondent, a B. F. hung a large timepiece around Miss Kessler’s neck, and that with this she has no cause to worry about the clocks at home stopping. PROFESSIONAL CARD. A correspondent tells us that C. A. Beute, of the Audit Department, and one time first violinist of a prominent New Jersey orchestra, is now a member of the Paramount-Pep Club Orchestra. He shapes up as an excellent addition to that musical unit. He is also a teacher, and those desiring lessons, please call Kearney 4079. A BIG QUERY. Pier scores of friends are wondering if Helen C. McCormick is going to take as grand a vacation trip this year as was her memorable visit to Bermuda a little over a year ago. SHE’S BOBBED UP AGAIN! A fascinating member of the Budget Department is reported as “looking her old self” again as a result of her new Parisian ‘bob.’ Scores of male hearts are also reported as having advanced a number of beats per minute. HARVARD— AND QUARTERED. The Budget Department has a staunch Harvardite. Endless defeats have failed to stem the tide of his loyalty. It’s a grand spirit ! A VISITOR FROM ICELAND. The Budget Department has hardly welcomed into its neighborhood one who must be surely second cousin to Nanook of the North. Bearing no resemblance to a walrus, and only a faint likeness to the aurora autabeboiledinoilus, this personage has been making a practice of opening windows and turning off steam heat when the backs of the other members of the department are turned. It is rumored that there is to be a real barbecue in Times Square, and that the polar personage is scheduled to be the ‘bullock.’ REMEMBER THIS ABOUT YOUR CONTRIBUTIONS What happens to seem funny now, might not seem funny an hour or a day hence ; and there is a still greater chance of its not seeming funny by the time Pep-O-Grams is published. Remember, too, that when you write about some one, that he, or she, has feelings; and atlso that Pep-O-Grams is not only seen by you and by the person you write about, but also by the entire personnel of the Paramount-Pep Club. Try and always remember that the value of news fades mighty swiftly, and try and always have this viewpoint about the things that you write for publication in the columns of Pep-OGrams : “How would this item that I am writing look if it confronted me in the headlines of tomorrow morning’s newspaper?" Yoti know, even better than we do, that there can be no place for vindictiveness, or even prankish fun that is likely to hurt someone’s feelings, in the columns of Pep-O'Grams. Pilease give us your kind co-operation in this rather zntal matter. We know, unfortunately, that certain feelings have been Inert recently: that’s why we are making this plea. FROM B. F. TO G. F. NOTE: Our correspondent, who has recently been transferred from one department of Publix to another, headed this contribution “What the B. F.’s gave to the G. F.’s — and Vice Versa,” but after diligent searching we find that all of the giving, with one exception, was one-way traffic. Helen Fine gave her boy friend a ‘Fine’ Christmas present — a painted portrait of herself. Mary Turner’s Christmas gift from the boy friend was a beautiful fox. Speculation is rife as to whether this gift has anything to do with the hunting trip he took a few weeks ago. Now that Irene Lippman has received ice skates for a Christmas gift, it is understood that the mantle-piece is to be cleared for meal service. Dorothy Maloney’s ‘sparkler’ on the proverbial engagement finger came all the way from New Orleans. So did the boy friend. A Fine Distinction Noah Webster was once discovered by his wife kissing a pretty maid. “I am surprised, Noah,” said his wife. “No, my dear,” Noah replied, “I am surprised. You are astonished.” NOTE IT DOWN. Send your notes about tonight’s Meeting-Dance to Jerry Novat for publication in next issue. TRANSFER: Maxine Kessler, consistent contributor to these columns, has been transferred from the Ninth Floor of Publix to Joseph J. Sweeney’s department on the 11th Floor well, right over the Paramount Theatre at the Crossroads of the World. Even the fact of her being tremendously busy has not prevented her from sending at least a quota of snappy paragraphs for this issue.