Judge, 1925-08-22 · page 21 of 36
Judge — August 22, 1925 — page 21: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
**"The Reel Stuff"** column reviews silent films, offering snappy critiques of contemporary movies. Notable mentions include Norma Shearer ("refreshing to the eyes. Otherwise a bore") and Douglas Fairbanks in "Don Q, Son of Zorro." The **"Razzzzzberries!" section** mocks "Municipal Bert Lytell Week," criticizing actor Bert Lytell's prominence in theaters despite being, apparently, an unremarkable performer whose prominent nose the critic obsesses over—joking he fears it will crash into the orchestra pit during a "nose dive." The three **cartoon panels** are unrelated gags: one depicts a chaotic brick-layer's wedding reception; another shows guilt over receiving contraband Scotch whisky during Prohibition; the third warns against unsafe behavior near what appears to be a "Pure Protein" container. These reflect 1920s concerns about Prohibition enforcement and workplace safety humor.
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r— ° ° ° ° o o ° ° o o o o o °o co) o o °o °o o °o o °o o oO °o o o oO ° o ° ° o °o ° o o o °o o ° ° o o ° ° ° ° o °o o o ° c=) The Reel Stuf By Carroll Carroll So I Says to Him— Rugged Waters—Water stuff! With mild~ thrills and wild waves, The Street of Forgotten Men— Better than “The Miracle Man.” Under the Rouge—The same old sentimental crook slush. Lightnin’—-Bill Jones is made to live, but the stories are made to drag. A Slave of Fashion—Norma Shearer is refreshing to the eyes. Otherwise a bore. Beggar on Horseback—Still sticking up for this. Please use it! Don Q, Son of Zorro—Née Douglas Fairbanks. The Paths of Paradise— Raymond Griffith and the funniest chase in years. Cyrano de Bergerac—Pains- taking transposition of Ros- tand’s play. The Happy Warrior—An in- teresting story interestingly treated. The White Desert—Dull do- ings in the North where snow flakes are avalanches. Razzzzzzzberries! H1s must have been Municipal Bert Lytell Week—and how weak! The movie palaces were abso- lutely infested with him—and for no good reason. His “Pi- san” physique leaned across the screens of the little Pica- dilly and the tremendous Capitol simultaneously, in both cases nearly crashing into the orchestra pit. That sounds, now, as if it needed explaining. What I mean is, I can never see the movies without fearing for the safety of what, for the sake of poetry, we will call his beak. He always appears to be about to indulge in a nose dive. I don’t know if this is (Continued on page 28) 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000) SOCIETY NOTE Playful scene at a bricklayer's nuptials. GUILTY CONSCIENCE When that case of Scotch arrives. Safety First.