Paramount Pep-O-Grams (1927)

P E P-O-G RAMS Fage Four BARGAINS GALORE IN PHILIPSON’S NOTICES | Spring is here ! Cuck-oo, Cuck-oo ! And how do we know it? Why, because we hear the steady drone of the golfers polishing their mashies, the steady zwee-zwee of the grass breaking through the soil of Times Square — and by the Spring-like nature of the articles offered at bargain prices in the steady stream of notices issued by Joseph A. Philipson, ■chairman of the Co-operative Buying Committee. We recommend these notices to your intense study. Even with our limited comprehension of the buying power of a dollar, we can I see that the notices are just oozing with j bargains ; and it seems to us that the word Miscount’ is used so many times, and with such telling effect, that we almost expect to go into some of the stores and be paid by the stores for taking the articles. But all joking aside, it seems to us that if you take Philipson’s advice, buy your requirements at the places he has discovered, and drop the saved amount into the kiddies’ money box, then those youngsters of yours will be mighty wealthy by the time they’re old enough to vote for the Republicans — or the Democrats — as the case might be. IN ONIONLAND. While you readers are subwaying, commuting and respectfully patronising the Open-Air Elevated, Tess Klausner and Jeanette Mendelsohn are bathing in the sunshine and surf of Bermuda, having gone there to watch the planting of next year’s easter-lily crop and to plant some G.B.J.F.'S NINTH YEAR Nine years of service that the Paramount organization is grateful for having inspired are the nine years which G. B. Judge Frawley, general manager of the Paramount Sales Contracts Department has given to it Highly Judge Frawley popular with the entire personnel of the Domestic Department of Paramount, with whom he comes into frequent contact, Judge Frawley has done much to promote the Paramount Spirit which is renowned around the world, and his legion of friends are sanguine that these first nine years are but the prologue of an enduring service with the ‘Best Show in Town.’ ATTRACTIVE TRESSES. Ruth Schwartz, secretary to Ad Sales Manager James Clark, is letting her hair grow back to the status of the pre-bob age. Our correspondent writes that “the in-between coiffure is very chic and becoming, n’est ce pas?” EYE'S RIGHT. A1 Adams (My! how that boy manages to break into print) has had an infected eye, an operation and a successful convalescence, all since the last issue of Pep-O-Grams. And so popular is he, that even though all these events spread over only a few days, he received enough sympathy to do for an appendicitis operation. Paramount publicity in the tabloid press of the city of Hamilton. THEY'RE THRONGING THE TEES, TRA-LA, TRA-LA! It’s open season for mashies, slices, caddies, sand-traps, foozles, tender oaths, and all of the other attributes of the royal and ancient game of golf: so here’s the first of our chain of contributions on the beloved subject. AT THE TENTH TEE One can get quite an education by sitting for half a day at the tenth tee on any golf course. Human nature comes to the tenth tee with very little veneer. As I sat on the box out at Highlands the othei day, watching the twosomes and the foursomes coming in, I wondered why some of the men played golf at all. Many of them were so serious that they couldn’t have been enjoying the game. They were plodding along with every nerve and muscle taut, trying to make low scores. There was the man who missed an easy putt and then struck at the ball with his club, cutting a hole in le green and sending the ball a hundred feet away. He left the ball where it lay, and I picked it up later and gave it to one of the other players. I was taking pictures of the men as they came up. “Naw, I don’t want to get in — what do you want to have pictures for, anyway?” Yet after a little urging he came in and had his picture taken with the others. A foursome coming in — all four balls on the green — everybody laughing and having a fine time — good scores for two, one not so good, and the other one terrible— yet all having the same good time. Another foursome damning the weather, the day and the playing. Naturally they all hooked, sliced or topped their shots— -what else could such mental attitudes do? Then there was the fellow who was always riding someone else. He didn’t care much for the game, anyway, and didn’t care much if any of the other fellows got good scores. He was the pest who made some wise crack just as each of the other players started their strokes. There was the man who) so enjoyed the game that one could almost see the ball laugh as it soared down the fairway. I could pick out the men I would like to do business with — just as I could pick out those who make life hell for the people in their offices and in their homes. — The Jaqua Way, Grand Rapids.