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Paramount Pep
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Often Means More Than a Single
Our Des Moines Staff
PEP’S cameraman recently visited the city of Des Moines and secured the above photo.
In the photo at the left is a group of hardworking salesmen wearing the famous Paramount smile.
Left to right, standing, they are : A. W. Nichols, Branch Manager; Frank Crawford and W. H. Wiley.
Seated are : T. M. Eckert, Ted Mendenhall and R. M. Copeland.
The centre photo is a group of our entire exchange personnel. Front row, seated : George Stevenson, T. M. Eckert, Ted Mendenhall, Frank Crawford, W. H. Wiley, Wesley Reynolds.
Standing, left to right: John E. Kenneibeck, Jack Curry, R. M. Copeland, Mrs. Colleen Barker, W. E. Barker, Miss Hazel Douglas, Miss Alice Madole, Ernest Frace, Miss Edythe Gray, Mervin Hyde, Miss A. K. LeGendre, William Neal, Misses Eva Sparks, Marie Clement, Mrs. Rose Quigley, Misses Wilma Morton, Ruth Mertz, Emma Trotter and Sarah Cockran.
Trio in doorway, left to right : Gladys Caplan, A. W. Nicolls and Miss Grace Veenstra.
In the photo at the extreme right are: A. W. Nicholls greeting Ted Bryant, the first exhibitor to visit our new exchange in Des Moines.
Chicago Blitherings
By Bill Danziger
Otto Bolle, City Sales Supervisor, has -er, rather had — a new gas-eater. Through the deft accomplishment of stepping on both the accelerator and the brake at the same time, Otto almost established a new “Manslaughter” record in the I. C. station.
“Herb” Hayman, who insists that “East Side, West Side,” is the national anthem, now says he knows a hay-shaker so dumb that he thinks cross-eyes is a command. “Fevven’s sake !”
Walter Hiers huffed and puffed his way around the local tepee while en route to Syracuse for a life sentence in matrimony. His chubbiness was lionized by the sweet things. Correct this sentence : “Nobody loves an obese male.”
And the bowling tournament rambles along merrily. “Dinosaur” Goldberg appears certain of first place. He’s stopped speaking to everybody— except those that owe him money.
Giddap thar, Napoleon ! Gotta gang of exploitation to do !
Albany Bits
MORE POWER TO BROTHER SCHMITT
Congratulations were being buzzed around the office Monday of this week, for our handsome Office Manager, Mr. John Schmitt, who just passed his second wedding anniversary.
Mr. Moritz, the Branch Manager of Buffalo Exchange, dropped into our office for a little chat while waiting for trains to New York, for a business conference.
HERE’S A GOOD ONE
Friday evening — which was the fifth day of showing for “KNIGHTHOOD” in Troy, New York — a physician was called out of the audience for a telephone call. The following conversation was heard in the box office: Talking
to the Nurse — “Say, Miss , didn’t I tell you
not to call me? 1 have tried for four days and nights to get a seat to see this picture and now you call me — you will kindly give the hypodermic according to instructions and unless in case of death — PLEASE do NOT bother me.”
Now I ask you — isn’t that nice? — Some picture that can keep a physician from going to his patients. Hurrah — another mark for Paramount.