Judge — March 7, 1925 — page 20: what you’re looking at

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He—They say she has decided to marry a struggling young author. Sue—Well, if she has decided, he may as well stop struggling. FADE-OUTS by George Mitchell kNow what makes the tired busi- I ness man tired—it's the cinema —at least some of it and it is only pictures like “The Last Laugh” and “Isr Wonderful” and ; and a couple of dozen ear like them that gives me any hope of ever waking the tired busi- hess man up out of his plush seat and stopping the snoring that drowns out the accompanying music to pictures. “Rue Man Witnout 4 Country” is a hundred per cent. American film in which a young lieutenant in the days of 1806 falls for the charm of Aaron Burr and makes faces at the United States for which, instead of being shot at sunrise. adrift with the American never allowed to sce or h country again. His sweetie does her el best to have him pardoned by ery President in turn, till Lincoln, big-hearted way of his, comes along, and unites not only the young lieutenant to his country but to his sweetie just as the sun went down on his career. To me the film is sickeningly over- sentimental and I felt, as the young lieutenant who cussed the 3. like cussing the films so I too might he deported and never be allowed to see another of my beloved films. “Rue Monster” is a thriller that will give you an excuse to get acquainted with the girl or man in the next to you. There are so many Inair-raising, ereepy situa that vou will find your neighbor all but sitting in your lap. I like this sort of thing—I am speaking of the thriller-picture, not. t s lap next to me—and Lon Chaney holds your chattering teeth in the hollow of his hand from caviar to demi-tasse. (Continued on page 26) Darkness! Grorse through the dark, care- fully, very carefully, he extended one foot, then the other, seemingly expectant that his next step might send him burtling through space. The last rays of light from behind dimmed, then disappeared and he proceeded, now doubly cautious. His steps came slower, but as he re- membered his destination his pace increased slightly. He must hurry, there might yet be time. He uttered an oath as he came against a wall and he was forced to turn and feel his way along it. At dhe turned. A> thrill shot igh his body! Not thirty yards distant wasa girl. . . his girl, the girl of his dreams slowly raising a pistol ly. he her, rather slowly, for the darkness was almost impregnable. Why didn’t somebody stop her? Almost hys- liked to have shouted a warning, or words of terical, he would | assurance. At once he felt something brush past him, hesitate, then block his 1. Out of the way! this coupla h, his visi Third seat over, please, 1 New show in Thank you, sir.” Tom J. Geraghty, Jv. minutes, Funnybones Once ina while you find a gran ma who knows more about knitting needle than a lip ‘Suckge will poy 85 for ach one prented Vistror (to Tin Pan Alley) —Good Lord, who's th’ crazy guy? “Crazy! Him? That's th’ slickest bimbo in th’ place. Just busts phonograph records t° pieces, glues ‘em Ugether again—an’ turns out ten new jazz hits a day!” comicbooks.com