Judge — September 4, 1926 — page 20: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE JUDGING the MOVILS” Seris Heughfon pinc-hitting for Witliar HEN the Editor of June in difficulty and — must needs confer with his most able assistant, he doesn’t press a luzzer as any first-class, up-to-the- minute, go-getting one hundred per cent. executive is supposed to do he yells, “Hey, you, come here let's have a dandy conference.” On this particular morning there was an importunate quality in his voice which omened the unusual. Some- thing had happened which demanded immediate action—he needed a guid- ing hand. I entered the Sanctum. “Have you ever seen a movie?” said the Editor of JupGe. “No!” said I. “Good,” said he, “you're just the man we're looking for. It seems that William Morris Houghton, better known to readers of page 13 as W. M. H., was going to take a vacation and some one must cover the movies. “What shall I see?” cautiously. “The Scarlet Letter,” suggested William Morris Houghton, who had just entered from without, without copy for page 18. “Something by Doyle, isn’t it T asked, “a Sherlock Holmes story? >; you're thinking of “A Study rlet.” “Perhaps it’s a movie version of Brown of Harvard,” I queried, with rising inflection. “Perhaps,” suggested =~ William Morris Houghton, better known as good old W. M. H. to readers of the Judge for Yourself column, which is usually found on page 31 of JupGE, which has a larger circulation than any other humorous weekly in the world, “you'd better let me cover that when I return.” “Perhaps,” suggested I, sarcas- tically, turning to the Editor of JupcE, “you'd better let Judge Jr. cover the movies.” No,” replied the Editor of Jupce, “you're going to do it.” I inquired by Phil Ri | “The Big Parade”—Authentic war. “Ben-Hur” —Exciting spectacle. Moana of the South Seas"—You'll want to go too after seeing this. “La Bohéme"—Lillian Gish. “The Black Pirate"—Douglas Fairbanks. “For Heaven's Sake"—Harold Lloyd. | “{loma of the South Seas"—Gilda Gray. | “Wet Paint”—All wet. | “Paris"—Apache melodrama. | “Tramp, Tramp, Tramp”—Harry Langdon “Say It Again"—If you like Richard Dix. “Ella Cinders” —Ce “Good and Naughty’ “The Volga Boatman" “The Brown Derby"—Badly dented. “The Palm Beach Girl"—The wild Bebe. “Lovey Mary"—Sugary. | “The Road to Mandalay"—Lon Chaney. | “Variety"—Best picture in this list. “Up in Mabel’s Room—Bedroom farce. | “Santrap n Cinderella Moore. lever farce with Pola, Well, not exactly. | Sinclair Lewis takes a rest “Nell Gwyn” Historical romance tact- | tully done. “The Waltz Dream —Slush out of Germany. SOME! SWEET SONGBIRDS The following anecdote comes to us from a correspondent in Staten Island (who shall be nameless). According to him, her or it, a young belle asked her friend, Mr. Snodgrass, the famous criminal lawyer, whether the jury had agreed in a criminal case held shortly before. “Yeh,” replied Mr. Snod- grass, briefly. “‘And what did they agree on?” queried the fair damsel. “They agreed to send out for two quarts of Scotch!” came back Snoddy, thereby provoking a gale of laughter. And that’s how it happened that I decided to cover the movies during the absence of William Morris Houghton, who is the regular moving picture reviewer of Jur which is known everywhere as “the “World's Wittiest Weekly” and sells at all stands for fifteen cents a copy. ue chief trouble with ‘The Duchess of Buffalo” the night I saw it at the Capitol was that it followed too closely a very interest- ing and thrilling news reel. After swimming the Channel with Ger- trude Ederle, landing a sail fish off the Coast of Florida and ¢ icing an exciting dash across Africa in an airplane, it was something of a let- down to sit through as time-worn, factory-made a scenario as this so- called feature. I am not going to give away the plot and ruin the game of a lot of scenario writers who have been selling it since Cclumbus came over in the Ark and, I suppose, will continue to do so until we have pro- hibition—or something. If I were a professional reviewer, I imagine I should say that Con- stance Talmadge and Edw. Mar- tindel were adequate as the dancer and the Grand Duke respectively: and respectfully too, as matters turned out, but I should certainly give the palm to Chester Conklin who, as the hotel proprietor, injected the only real fun into the piece. There was more genuine humor in the flick of his little finger than was revealed in the combined panto- mimic efforts of all the rest of the cast. If you really want to go to the movies, don’t stay away jus “The Countess of Buffalo” is playing. While it is nothing to write edi- torials about, it is better than most movies and there are some laughs in it—also, there’s a pretty fair chance that there may be a good news reel on the bill. (Continued on page 24) 13 comicbooks.com