Judge — November 24, 1923 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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THE FILM THICKENS by George Mitchell se ULL uP a swivel,” said Henry to P=: the other day, “and tell us what's going on in the movies.” You don’t see many films, do you?” I interrogated, lolling back in a mahogany and biting the end from the Pittsburger that he proffered. ‘o, my boy,” said he. “What with the factory in Detroit and my boom for the Presidency, really I ain't got the time.” “Too bad,” said I. “You've got a wonderful opportunity in the films if you could only see it.” He thickened his mixture at this, honked nervously once or twice behind his wind shield and asked: “How se “Get the indorsement of the United Producers and Distributors of Motion Pictures,” I cried. ‘Bring Will Hayes back into the political game to manage your campaign, get your slogan: “Bigger and Better Lizzies and Twelve Cent Gas,” flashed upon every screen in the United States and the White House is yours for a Ford Service Station.” His lamps flashed and he sat up higher s. “Young man,” he said, “Wait ‘till you're elected,” I cautioned him. “Let’s get a close-up on this,” said he, and calling his chauffeur we drove off in his big Rolls Royce, of which, when I questioned him, he explained: “I may make Fords but I don’t have to ride in them,” then, with a flash of hauteur. “Business is business, but pleasure is again something different.” We dropped in at the Strand, where Corinne Griffith was playing in Robert PLOT After Thanksgiving dinner. W. Chambers’s, “The Common Law.” which we both liked exceedingly for its close adherence to the story, and for Corinne’s beauty and the excellence of id Henry. a garageful,” I told him. “I'd rather be Corinne’s than Presi- dent,” he added. We watched the picture and were thrilled not only by the intelligence of her artistry but her phys “If you could only that,” T suggested. He dimmed his lamps, “She'd run without an engine,” he sighed. “Let’s take the air,” I begged. Ws: LEFT the theater and drove to the ‘entral, where Fox’s “The Temple of Venus” was on view. “Fanta realism, tragedy, all that goes to make up the mystery of life is here intermingled in delightful inconse- quence,” we high-browed, “and, to make the measure full, a plethora of pulchri- tude.” I thought to lose him in the flight of my rhetoric But not so: came back to me. “The Outlines of Hysteria,” I H. G. Wellsed. beautiful body and a coat of paint— a woman, a car and a—” “Let's take the air,” he begged. We left the Central and drove to the Rivoli, where Tommy Meighan was dis- proving the title of his picture, “Woman- proof.” Henry by this time had lapsed into silence not unlike one of his Model T’s 20 perfection. e a body like Beautiful outlines,” he run out of gas. I sensed he was letting my suggestion percolate through his car- buretor, so I sat and meditated on Tommy Meighan’s ability to knock ‘em dead with apparently nothing more than an upper and lower case of flashing ivorie: and a physique that of its own symme is sufficient to cause a flutter of excite- ment in the hearts of American femininity and s\ » female vote. “Woman-proof” tor-proof material in Meighan’s hands. In this film he is the eldest member of a family of four who have been left a million dollars each by their father, who slipped in a codicil to his will to the effect that if all four children didn’t marry within five years, the fortune would revert to a public institution. George Ade, who slung slang into the American slanguage until he had made millions of his own, wrote the story for Meighan—so rumor runs—and the film furnishes interesting action for Lila Lee who plays opposite—not very far opposite —our smiling Thomas, Louise Dresser, Mary Astor, Robert Agnew and a gener- ally competent cast. I liked the picture, but Henry’s engine cold. tep on the starter,” said I, “and take the free air.” ‘ou’ve done me a world of good,” said he when we -reached where the pavement begins. “T'm full of big idea “If elected,” he pr do something for you.” “Thanks, old candidate!” I answered i i thus upholding the dignity “Tf you are elected Presi- dent, all I ask of you is that I may trade in my flivver for a seat in your cabinet.” ” T told him. mised, “I'd like to comicbooks.com