Judge — December 1, 1923 — page 29: what you’re looking at

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Movie directors contest—Deciding who can get a star to accept .the most money. HOT FOOTAGE by George Mitchell “CAo. you're wan of them lads that writes about th’ movin’ pitchers, are ye? This from the motorman of a second street crosstown car. We lowed the rebu picture reviewer. “An’ ye get paid fer doin’ it Forty- swal- "e Ss, We are a moving Tl wager,” in the good old days, me brother Patsey uster get a good salary. He wa whisky. tester. Some are born to the luck. Others have to drive motor cars.” We had just been to the Cameo Theater to see “David Copperfield.” “You read the book, of cours asked him. I did noi nid he with firm dec ness and then as I waited for his explana- tion, he supplied it: “It’s English,” said he spitting in his “But it’s a good story just the same, and the film is very beautifully made,” we told him. “You ought to see it.” “And is it go back on a hatred nursed in me heart and handed down to me me forefathers these thousands of Would ye undo all that b tiful work fora bit of a movin’ pitcher? “Be that as it may,” we said, “ ‘David Copperfield’ is a darned good picture, naturally and sympathetically directed and played with fine characterization. ‘The photography is artistic, many of the shots are splendid and you could see a great many pictures not half as enjoy- able.” “And Tl lay you_a free ride against a pass for Tommy Meighan that there wasn’t an Trish actor in the cast,” said he. “You're right,” we admitted. “They're mostly Swedes. He chuckled for a moment. “Wouldn't know it?” he the English’ are always playin’ polit NV RODE ON and came to Broadway. ‘m wonderin’ did ye see that bedtime pitcher that's playin’ over there t the Rialto,” he said. “Oh, you mean “His Children’s Chil- dren.” We smiled. ‘That's not a bed- time story. It’s about Wall Street and we Then: big money and all the trouble big moi brings to those who possess i You're a queer nut,” money bringing trouble. Did y ever thry to bring up a family on what ye can | skin off these railroad maggots? “Well, whether you believ wealth does not ‘buy philosophized. “Yis, and y is ell be tellin’ me that yarn about the camel and the eye of a needle,” he said. “Did it ever strike ye had enough money, ye could buy a big veedle or a shmall ¢amel, and wanst ye prooved to Saint Peter that it cud he done wouldn't he be openin’ the gates of heaven itself for ye? But tell me about th’ pitche “Well, George Faweett beats the mar- ket for a couple of millions,” we explain “He must of started as a conductor. What wid a nickel picked up here and there it’s a fool T made of meself takin’ me pleasure drivin’ this Rolls Royce of mine.” “And Fawcett lived up on Fifth avenue with enough money for his children and their children to get into trouble,” we continued. “His son gets snarled ‘up in the crimson rambler of a blooming young blossom planted by a couple of moving picture promoters. They fleece him by ckmail. Meanwhile his children make acon fires of money, and before the fifth recl is run it looks like old George would have to take off his coat and go to work again. The picture ends with an auction sale of the old marble home- stead and all its goods and chattels and trying to save a big tapestry that hangs on the stairway, rips it down and does a Brodie down the stairs to his death. ‘And there’s no happy endin’?” he asked. “No, that’s so, there isn’t, “Glory be!” said he. must of been asleep!” We reached Tenth avenue where men are less particular. We reached Eleventh where men are least particular. We be- came reminiscent: We saw a picture,” we said, “of the great open spaces when men were gun- (Continued on page 31) we agreed. ‘he censors 27 said he. “Big | it or not, | happiness,” we | ye that if | jederman to-day, Gee! But It’s Great To Be Healthy Up in the morning brimm like a kid and off for the day a race horse. You don’t ca awaits you, for that's what ang plenty of it with pep. Fat ork feeling like how much work you crave—hard And when the day is I should say not. 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