Paramount Pep (1923)

10 Paramount Pep What’s The Use Of A Smile Calgary Wits By Erma Alloway The “Pep Club” is giving a dance on Feb. 3rd, which will be a splendid opportunity for the new members of the different Exchanges to get acquainted. We know a good time will be had. Exploiting for the Go To Theatre Week which starts Feb. 12th, is all completed and there is no doubt that this will assist greatly in the attendance during the coming year, as they are all high quality productions and every one a box office attraction. Mr. Frank Marshall, our “live-wire” Manager, is still going strong and out for the business. When an Exhibitor comes into the office to see Mr. Marshall to tell him he has decided to buy pictures other than Paramount, after a brief interview with “our boss”, he leaves the office fully convinced that Paramount is the only thing on the market. Miss Trevelyan, our little Accountant, is clapping herself on the back for getting trial balances every week first short. Keep up the good work, Doris. George Lynch, our Shipper, is so busy these days filling Accessories Orders that he hasn’t time to eat. We can’t see where he is getting any thinner though. Bill Kelly, our Sales Representative, is out on the road and going after ’em strong. By the pleased look on Ball’s face, one would almost think he got a raise or something. Tom Kelly, Bill’s big brother, is kept pretty busy booking up films. Peggy Smith, our little bobbed-hair Revisor, hasn’t given up hopes of learning to skate yet. We often wondered why Peggy stood up to her work; now we know. I am not one of the new “39” Super Specials, but I’m new just the same and I want to acknowledge that I am with the peppiest bunch of peppers that I’ve ever seen. Wyliegrams Love is like an onion, We taste it with delight, But when it’s gone we wonder Whatever made us bite. Coffee to coffee, Tea to tea, A shoemaker’s daughter Made a heel out of me. Cincinnati Chatter By Samuel Cohen January is clean-up month in the Cincinnati Exchange. Day by day in every way we are getting cleaner and cleaner. After listening to Gene Haddow outlining the clean-up idea, we are seriously considering him as a possibility for the job of Commissioner of the Department of Street Cleaning. Things started off with a clean sweep, so to speak, the minute Mr. Milligan, Branch Manager, handed out the toy brooms. The salesmen were chockful of enthusiasm for the plan. George Yule, Salesman in Zone 4, proved that he had taken to the idea in earnest by washing his neck before starting out on his trip. Mr. Milligan expressed himself as being very well satisfied with the results thus far attained. "For once each one of us can see what the other really looks like,” was his significant statement. Manuel Naegel, Booker, insists that he is as clean as a whistle. You can’t fool us, Manuel — we’ve heard you whistle ! We will now close these few observations by recalling that old adage : “cleanliness is next to godliness.” Sometimes, however, we do get discouraged. Cleanliness looks as if it were next to impossible 1 A Psalm of Life Tell me not in mournful number* Advertising is a dream, For the business man who slumbers Has no chance to skim the cream. Life is real! Life is earnest! Competition something fierce ! If for dividends thou yearnest, Learn the parry, thrust and tierce. In the business field of battle, Mollycoddles have no place; Be not like dumb-driven cattle, Be a live one in the race. Lives of great men all remind us We can bring the bacon home, And departing leave behind us, Footprints on another dome. Let us then be up and doing. Otherwise we may be done; Still achieving, still pursuing, Advertise and get the “mon.” — Michigan Legion Monthly.