Jonathan Caws-Elwitt

unearths some literary gems.

From Lodgers in London, by Adelaide Ross:

Jonathan Caws-Elwitt

unearths some literary gems.

From Mr Bottleby Does Something, by Ernest Temple Thurston:

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"I'm afraid it's very verdigreasy."

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"Sorry, miss," he said with a voice that was a closed door in itself, "the Museum's shut at five o'clock."
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Jonathan Caws-Elwitt

unearths some literary gems.

Miscellaneous miscellanies from the Bookman:

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Egbert Whoozis [presumably made-up person]

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"Flappers and Flapdoodlers" [suggested better title for The Beautiful and Damned]

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Slimtonian Socker [title character in a real novel]
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Jonathan Caws-Elwitt

unearths some literary gems.

From Otherwise Phyllis, by Meredith Nicholson:

"Fifty dollars for a poem out of my green little canteloupe?"

Jonathan Caws-Elwitt

unearths some literary gems.

From the Bookman, 1922-1924:

Bonuses:
the Superba-Prettygood Picture Company
"Asterisk": a real author's pen name (though maybe we've seen that before?)

Jonathan Caws-Elwitt

unearths some literary gems.

From the Bookman, 1920-1921:

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An editor may be known by the company he keeps waiting in his reception room. [Benchley]

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I do not write or know anything about writing. The Creative Wish never wished anything on me.

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"It's one of the few skeletons in my anatomy of melancholy that you haven't exhumed." [Morley]

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"prove by Cupid's grand old logarithms that two can live cheaper than one" [Morley]
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Bonuses:
Agnes Semicolon: (presumably) fictitious author
(presumably) fictitious article titles: "The Esoteric Value of the Baked Bean"; "The Crusade against the Antimacassar"

Notes on some of the attachments:
I label the abecedarian-related snippet "coals/Newcastle." (:v> Coincidentally, I just read about an eccentric entrepreneur of yore who may have turned a huge profit by literally selling coals to Newcastle (because an ill-advised attempt to do so coincided with a coalminers' strike in Newcastle).
"Hanemann" is Henry William.
I was tickled to run across the Giddy Globe cameo in one of the Morley snippets. And then Wodehouse sneaks in a Schenectady!

Jonathan Caws-Elwitt

unearths some literary gems.

From Vanity Fair, July-Dec. 1929:

In the ad showing a vermouth bottle in a "guide" hat, don't miss the fine print about "vaudeville skits for the palate"!

Jonathan Caws-Elwitt

unearths some literary gems.

From Vanity Fair, Jan.-June 1929:

Jonathan Caws-Elwitt

unearths some literary gems.

From the New Yorker, Oct.-Dec. 1929:

[All these lines come from Benchley]

Ah me! Me ah!

She always used to get a great deal of applause, albeit over my dead pan.

Owing to the hero having lived one hundred years (almost, it seems, in full view of the audience), a birthday party is arranged and had. There's your plot....The program did not state in what country the action ("action," ha-ha-ha!) took place....
[You may recall that we've seen another review of this play, from Life, in which that reviewer made the same criticism of the "plot," in different words.]

Otto Kruger may have been good, but he was talking through a big beard and I was sitting in Row "O."

The disguise worn [by Sherlock Holmes] in the last act would not fool my three-year-old boy even if he were still three years old.
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Bonus funny names:
Tessie Van Artichoke
Aloysius Tweetle

Notes on attachments:
"Mr. Anno" for Peter Arno is an intentional running joke of an error in the spurious advice column from which I've taken that excerpt.
"Do you do other things besides stand on your head...?" This cartoon would have been much better, imho, if they'd left the question unanswered.