Paramount Pep (1923)

PARAMOUNT PEP 13 Pep’s Last Look — For a Little While Philadelphia Quakes By Eli P. A. Bloch, branch manager, has been nominated for the exalted position of Shamus in the International Association of Expert Pung Chow Players. If Bloch gets any better playing Pung Chow he will be talking Chineeish. Imagine this one! A girl film inspector was secretly married in September and revealed this interesting bit of information only this week. Merely another illustration what changes prohibition has wrought in this world of ours. When Tony Moreno came over with John D. Clark to attend the annual event of the Eaglesville Sanitarium they were escorted to the place in Mike Landow’s red-devil Packard. The day was slightly cloudy and a bunch of girls mistook our Mike for Tony and asked for his autographs. Not to disappoint the girls he called Moreno and nonchalantly bawled out— “Home, James.” A. C. Benson blew in this week from Washington, D. C., all hopped up over something. He won’t tell us anything about it, but we think his act mopped up in that district as it did in our territory. The next time you see Benson ask him to repeat the Bolshevik speech he delivered to a lot of strikers in Allentown, when they applauded his musical act for an encore. We’ve heard of fat men getting lazier, but the exception to the rule is John Harris, head of our Inspection Department. Every time his avoirdupois increases he gets peppier. When and where will it all end? Bitter, Bitter Defeat! By Bill Danziger Pilfering sacks and cracking the well-known agonized turnip on its whoozis occupied the attention of the male cohorts of the Chicago Exchange last Saturday. Fox Films led out its most eminent diamondites. And it was a great altercation until the final stanza when Fox became rabidly insane and 11 tallies were pied up. Final score — which made it a bawl game for Paramount, was 12 to 5. For Paramount : Busch, Bolle, Hayman, Rosecan, Rowe, Danziger, Brown, Britz and Gorney. Please omit flowers ! This means the Chicago Exchange’s baseball team lost to Fox by a score of 12-5. Translator’s note. Wilkes-Barre News By “Bud” Gray Mr. Earle Sweigert has just returned from an extensive trip over the territory covering the Key cities. Our genial branch manager says: he will make records in the Personal Pride Drive or bust a leg doing it. Mr. E. D. Latham followed suit by visiting seventeen towns introducing himself and offers Paramount cooperation with a view to doing his share in the Personal Pride Drive. The Paramount Pep Club will introduce itself socially at the Cinderella Ballroom, Monday evening, May 14th, with it’s initial dance. It is expected that a goodly bunch of Pep Apostles will be on hand with their guests. A nine piece orchestra will cater to the devotees of “terpsichore.” The Cinderella Ballroom is bran’ new, spacious, has bran’ new lighting effects and every accommodation appropriate to a successful affair. Quite a number of out-of-town exhibitors and theatrical people are expected. All our fair damsels have become ultra-modern and are having their locks clipped which of course, means that they have an eye for practical as well as ornamental things and this allows them to steal a few more winks in the morning. The girls are not wearing their ears — just bobbed. Ye! writer bets they are emulating the divine “POLA.” In passing we say that it is most becoming and enhances their beauty. “DUKE” Kehoe is taking electric-light treatments for the scalp and has acquired a beautiful looking tan. He says goodnight to the office gang and greets the scrubwoman in the morning without leaving his chair. Mr. Waters, our accessories manager has acquired a Grant Roadster which we say is “SOME CLASS.” ADIOS ! ! As if You Didn’t Know It Jack Kraft ankled into a Broadway eating place one night, but he couldn’t make up his mind as to what dish he wanted. “We have some nice, juicy and tender steaks,” suggested the waiter, “and I assure you they are as tender as a woman’s heart.” “Izzatso !” snickered Kraft — “then bring me ham and eggs.” “Mayn’t I be a preacher when I grow up?” asked the small boy. “Of course you may, my pet, if you want to,” his mother replied. “Yes, I do. I s’pose I’ve got to go to church all my life, anyway, an’ it’s a good deal harder to sit still than to stand up an’ holler.”