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Conning the Continuity by George Mitchell £ of the pleasures of screen re- viewing is that afforded by the goings on of Adolphe Menjou. Menjou at present is without doubt | the most entertaining male figure in the fillums. It doesn’t matter much what he does. His pant mime is always that of an actor of much intelligent polish. He's good, is Menjou, and if I may ape the high- falutin’ prophetic searchlighting of one of my fellow critics I would say sagely: “You'll hear from him yet. In “Forbidden Paradise,” the pic- ture selected to show off the feminine appeal of Pola Negri, Mr. Menjou walks away with the picture. Walks away is right. Menjou never runs. His actions are those of a gentleman of culture. Adolphe couldn't run. “It’s not being done, do you see and } all that sort of tosh,” is what Mr. Adolphe would say. So he walks away with the picture. True it is that Mr. Lubitsch has something to say in the film and he says it in the usual high powered manner he has accustomed us to. The picture on the whole is worth your time. It’s pleasantly amusing. I think you'll like it—and there is Montyomery? | Adolphe, the affable, to tickle the New Typist—Typing the letter you dictated, s best that’s in you. “Really! I thought you might have been worl:ing | * * * or something.” | | | Tue Boss—And what have you been doing all this time, Miss 4 it up in embroidery ust as Menjou walks away with “Forbidden Paradise” so does, to my way of thinking, Miss Helena “It isn’t the cost, it’s the upkeep A Benefactor in Disguise d’Algy steal away with “The Sainted that worries me,” said the flapper as Bunce—You don’t quite hold your (Continued on page 25) she rolled her hose. dub right. , | Bilter—Um. “And if you will allow me to say so, old man, you must keep your eye on the ball. Your stance is off. Also—” (Bilter brains him with a brassie, drags the body off the course, and - buries it, after which he returns to his game.) Bilter (making a 200-yard brassie) —I must keep quict about this—or they'll make me president of the club. ste A news item states that we may : soon have mo ies by radio. Yes, indeed, and maybe ice cream sodas. Possibly even music! comicbooks.com