Paramount Pep (1923)

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10 PARAMOUNT PEP Short-Cuts Are Great Things — Call of the North VIA MINNEAPOLIS Per Heilman 'ows this for enthusiasm, maties? Last week a meeting was called by Phil Reisman at which time Manager’s Week was set aside. The following day was Easter Sunday. The day previous it was decided to call in the Bookers. Mr. Reisman : “When shall we meet with them?” Mr. Strief : "How ’bout tomorrow?” Chorus : “Suits us fine.” — and they came from Omaha, Des Moines and Sioux Falls. At the prescribed hour, 10 a. m. Easter morn, noses were counted and nary an absentee. Tie it if you can. NOMINATED FOR THE PEST HOUSE A guy I hate Is Joseph Beahan, Who sets us wild 'Bout Tommy Meighan. The boys will whoop ’er for Fred Strief the week of May 20th. We don’t know who we’d rather do it for. George Margetts, the pompadoured Paramounteer from Winnipeg, dropped in last week. A go-getter, that boy, they tell us. Looks the part, too. George Schneider, than whom there is none who throws a more wicked line of sales chatter, is back after a protracted siege in the wilds. Contracts bulging from every pocket were observed. Joe Fieldman might get all peeved because his name isn’t mentioned this week but we’re not to work ourselves into a fret over it. A dame we hate is Sweet young Mary, Who always chirps, “Ain’t that the berries.” Opening up three towns by a personal appeal to the American Legion is the feat accomplished by one Mr. Lovelett of our Sales Force. MR. PEP SAYS: TALKING— WASTES TIME. DOING— SAVES TIME. Montreal Mutterings By R. E. R. Mr. Oscar Morgan visited this office last week. Mr. Morgan accompanied Mr. N. L. Nathanson on his return to Toronto. Mr. Glen Kerr, formerly from St. John office, passed thru his home town here on his way to the West. We can assure you that Winnipeg will find Mr. Kerr an asset to their office. Mr. T. Dowbiggin returned from his expedition to the "Frozen North.” He tells us that the “SNOW BRIDE” Company can still retake any scenes they wish, as the winter is in its midst around Chicoutimi and Temiskaming. Tommy tells us that he froze his toes in bed! He even brought back some icicles in his pocket. Yes, and we had to thaw out his contracts. Just screened "BELLA DONNA.” Superb production ! Miss Joyal, Contract Department, just returned from a trip home in the Eastern Townships, for Easter, where she found everything in perfect shape. Mr. Smith, our Exploiteer, was up here, clearing the road for "THE COVERED WAGON.” Mike Landow Tells One As a wise cracker, Mike Landow is at the top of the list and he hands this one for the readers of PEP : "Two Hebrew geotlemen sauntered into the Ritz-Carlton Hotel in New York ostensibly to dine. As soon as they were seated the waiter appeared ready to take their order. "What is your pleasure, gentlemen?” he asked. One of the two guests scanned the menu and nonchalantly announced : "Boiled beef mit petatus.” His friend objected with this remark: “Don’t order that. Ask for something fancy. Remember you’re in the Ritz-Carlton,” and proceeded to offer suggestions. The waiter to give them a little more time to decide, passed on to the next table where two Englishmen were seated. "What is your pleasure, gentlemen?” he piped. One Englishman turned to the other and queried: “I say, old top, ’ow ’bout it? Will you split a lobster with me, old dear, eh?” And his friend concurred. The waiter returned to the first table and politely asked : “Gentlemen, have you decided?” The gentleman whose order of boiled beef was objected to, sat up and with his thumbs deposited under his vest, at the sleeve, nonchalantly proclaimed in a loud tone : “I’ll tell you, Jake, I’m not so hungry but what do you say, would you tear a herring mit me?”