Judge — February 5, 1921 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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Sheer Waste As Others See ctress—How should one register Fan—To sh vic_resolutio: a man shu y nd swallows hard, while a wo opens her eyes wide, parts her lips ane s rapidly piring Young Actress—And the other emotions—love, hate, fear? Movie Fan—Simply do the —Fi Z breath me thing! Impending Revolution—Our ex- perience is that the “fillum’ world al- ways yields a wheeze to the man wh the patience to look t. Tt was learned. yesterday that the plan of a Philadelphia producer to bill “The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse” as the {rama ever screened had been vetoed by one in authority who had the precaution to read the book. s the incident is the thin entering- wedge of a revolution in the motion picture business. We believe the time is coming when motion-picture dire will read the books they produce. We go her. We believe the day not far distant when those who write the titles will be expected to do so.—Jay E. House, in Public Ledger greatest racin, Au prot THINK AM WAS y WHUSKEY ¢ Passing Show Heroic—Maid—But, madame, those pumps are much too small for you. Movie Actress— ’s the reason I want to wear them. I've got to register a lot of pain today.—Film Fun. Alas! Sad Memories!—In the show- ing of a pictorial news weekly in a movie house in San Diego, Calif., the operator flashed on the screen a picture of two dis tinguished French generals riding in an auton . Crowds lined the pavements their from th yrellas up and water dripping ir hats. Suddenly from the audience came the “My Gawd, it’s ther Imerican Le Expert ( ism—Bill the Cowboy— This scenario is plum foolish. Director—How so? Bill the Cowboy—Why, the author has this Chinese cook slap me on the back nd call me Willie. Director—Well, what of it? Bill the Cowboy—Why, dang it! the Chink goes right on living through the whole fillum!—Film Fun. Screen Star Hemmandhaw — I thought you said your brother had a screen job. “When [was out West I hunted thru every studio in Los Angeles.” ving picture business. He is sifting ashes." —Youngs- town Telegram. The train was. thirty TRAVEL In Kansas minutes late. \ man and his wife paced the floor of the battered station. The man ap- proached the ticket window and rapped sharply on the counter. “Say.” he exclaimed to the lanky agent appeared, “we've got to make connection at Sage with X., Y. and Z, Will they wait a half-hour for a pas- senger?” The lanky agent rolled his quid leis- urely and eyed the occupants of the room as he considered the question. “Wa'al.” he finally decided, “TI reckon they'd wait longer than that for two passengers.’ — Kansas City Times. Mileage Book Measurement— “ How far is it to New York?” asked the passenger with a mileage book. “LT can’t say exactly,” replied the con- ductor who used to work in a dry-goods 1 store. “But I should guess about a y und three-quarters.” —Washington S Less Danger—Bacon—Saw you walk- ing on the railroad track yesterday Don’t you think that is dangerous? igberi—Not as dangerous as the streets. You know, automobiles are not allowed on the railroad tracks.—Yon- kers Statesman, The Knowing One comicbooks.com