Paramount Pep-O-Grams (1928)

Page Four of Pep-O-Grams Evry Mind a Noteboo k E v’r y Eye a Pen! BEING PERSONAL NOTES GATHERED ALONG THE HIGHWAYS AND BY-WAYS OF THE PARAMOUNT BUILDING BY OUR SLEUTHS. Wc have it from reliable sources that one Inniss D. Atwell is seriously smitten by Dan Cupid. We are not aware of the identity of the lucky girl, but we do know that Jnniss can be seen at any time now, w'histling and smiling, loving the world in general and The Girl, in particular. St)mc itnkind wit has remarked that since Mr. Donnelley of the Film Rental Dejjartment has gone in for cigars, that he looks like a Fourth Ward politician. Yes, he knows the “ropes.” F>ert .teller, versatile youth, is now contemplating a course in dramatics. \\T* can foresee, in future years, his name glittering along Broadway,' “ADLER SUPREME ;rRAGEDlAN — “THE AMERICAN 'I'RAGEDY.” Keep up, Ijert, you may startle the world some day. Bess Decker is suffering from “writer's cramp." She addressed so many Christmas cards, that it is small wonder that she is now so afflicted. Popularity has its drawbacks. Ida Diekmeyer had an exceedingh trying time in selecting one of the boy friend’s gifts. It seems that Ida intended buying him an oak chest, but discarded the idea. Phil Shenker is still the sheik irresistible. There must be something phenomenol about a techniciue such as his. It has been said that such talents are gifts! We are glad to see Walter Stokes back with us after a bitter illness. Congratulations, Walter — and no return engagements. DOINGS ON THE EIGHTH William Goldstein, doing a “Sliding Billy” Watson act, was much in evidence at the Christmas party. Also among those present was Miss Moses, who created some uneasiness by dancing rather close to the ornaments on the tree; hut w’as finally insinuated to a safer place. Leo Pillot, the handsome sheik of the floor, managed to do quite well at the party, except for the slight mistake of inferring that the black-suited gentleman behind the refreshment table was an undertaker. Mr. Haley, who presides so graciously over the receiition room, is also well-known as a raconteur. Anybody wishing to hear the very latest story need go no further. Alfred Jones, wdio formerly wmrked in the Paramount Theatre, has now been transferred to the Brooklyn Paramount, where he is Sergeant-at-Arms of the Brooklyn Paramount I’ep Club and the leader of the newly organized boxing class. The xYdvcrtising and Publicity Department was considerably crippled this month due to the absence of Miss Mahoney, Miss Blatchford, Mrs. Kramer and Sam Palmer on account of sickness. Happily, they are all back now and in the best of health. PUBLIX-BOOKING We firmly believe that someone must have left a fortune to Ida Wolfe the way she is dazzling everyone with her new clothes. And of such varied hue! Look to your laurels, Joseph of the many-colored coat! Harold Greenberg is wearing a worried exiiression these days. It IS difficult to think what to give the girl friend for a present. But then, Harold should know, with his amazing "way with the women.” A shining example of Ambition personified is Wallie Jorgensen. Not (.Illy is she a hard working “goil” during business hours, but she attends a local high school at evening and easily walks off as honor student. What Price Glory! New Year’s Eve was a very special night for the peo]de of the Poster xYrt Department because of the highly enjoyable party given by Bill Stranders at his home. Word comes to us that Henry Kelt is much interested in a certain Dolly Gray of Staten Island. We hope for the “low-down” soon. PROMINENT PEPSTER’S PECULIAR PRESENT In line with the recent holiday hilarity, Miss Helen Swayne, head of the Sales Statistics Department, received as a Christmas gift a very highh' pedigreed pup. An unknown admirer was informed of Miss Swayne’s great affection for these little iiets, and immediately took advantage of this knowledge by ])urchasing one of a truly famous litter. The mother of Miss Swayne’s champion bears the colors of the well-known house of Sourkrowt, while the father has a strain of Mustard in him. An unkind exjionent of the theory of stark realism on the floor suggested that the lovely little creature was, after all, only a hot dog. But those of us who really apIireciate canine beauty are fully aware that Miss Swayne’s present is a pure-blooded Frankfurter. Smoke — Oh! All is not gold that glitters and neither are all cigars Corona Coronas, according to the girls of the Cash Register Department. It seems that Walter McIntosh, head of that division, is much enamoured of a certain brand whose fragrance has yet to be discovered. The girls have done their level best, but they can not find anything which smells more unhappily. Consequently, a movement is on foot to buy Mac a box of six cent cigars instead of his usual five cent standard.