Judge — August 15, 1925 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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ODDDDDDIDVDDDDVDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDVDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDIDIDININD The Reel Stuf By Carroll Carroll As Has Been Noted Don Q, Son of Zorro—Worth whatever it costs. Beggar on Horseback—Lu- nacy in its finer phases. The Paths of Paradise—Re- markably funny farce. The Woman Hater—One of those things. Night Life of New York— Broadway by proxy. ‘ Private Affairs—Neat but not nifty. Pretty Ladies—Better than the name would indicate. Marry Me—Dull as a pewter pot. The Marriage Whirl—Grab the brass ring and get a divorce. —Came the Dawn s Isit and write, it is the A hour before dawn, the dawn of a better, finer, nobler day for film fans. The resplendent cinema will rise gloriously over the Paramoun- tains of the West and cast its shining William Hays over these benighted United States. The first national anthem will ring from the buttresses of Fort Lee across the sandy plains of Long Island, the besieged real estates of Florida and the great wastes of the western deserts, echoing and re-echoing through the Yo- semite and Grand Canyon, to welcome the United Artists in a newer and Warner Brother- hood that will signify the birth of a greater movie season! How I envy you, as you read this, having seen it all happen and having realized that better times have at last arrived, that another Cecil B. De Mille- stone has been past and that we are all, finally, traveling on the road toward the right direction. And, as the grate movie sea- son wanes, I look back with (Continued on page 30) [0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000) “You say Gladys acquired the quick-lunch habit at home?” “Yes—trying to finish lunch before the maid left!” Porter (at very small railway station)—Don’t shove, please! « TRIPPER—We're not shoving. There’s nobody here but ourselves. “Can't ‘elp that, them’s my orders.” comicbooks.com