Judge — April 9, 1927 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE | JUDGING. the the era ompareED with these irritat- ing and illusionless times of Roosevelt was a golden age of in- nocence and faith, War and reform were synonyms for romance then. Young ladies were still young ladies; the West was still wild, and _ there were “dudes.” And instead of writh- ing to the strains of Irving Berlin we marched to those of John The the Decade it may have _ been, but, relat speaking, it wa decidedly happy, hopeful and whole- hearted day, on the order of soph- r at col- with an ingly roman- and vigorous grown-up sopho- more to personify it for us. All this “The Rough Riders” brings home to you on a_ tidal wave of nostalgia, if you are old enough really to remember — what the age of Roose- velt was like. The episode of the Rough Riders epi- tomizes it in any case, and Victor Fleming and his collaborators have handled it with a fine feeling for color. Frank Philip Sousa. of tail end Mauve omore j lege. “Did George engagement?” “Terribly—he gave up drinking!” bY Villa Mortis Houghton. Hopper, to begin with, is a dead ringer for Teddy in every look and movement —the stride, the jaw, the teeth, the quick, pugn: cious gestures. And Hugo Rie- senfeld, for the musical setting, has contrived a arrange- clever take it hard when you ment of those exceedingly remi- niscent airs of the period— “There'll be a Hot Time,” “Dolly MOVIES broke Gray.” the film especially, drips with the off completely won by then picks him up and starts back with him in his arms to the dress- ete., et aa your c. The first half of curiously buoyant atmosphere of those simple times and packs with each snic! Incidentally, it contains very realistic bronco - busting, including spills, and a fist fight that’ a hum- dinger. The second half, excellent as a great deal of its war stuff is, wal- lows in a lake of sentimental — mo- lasses. One of the two boys, rivals for Mary back home, carries with him tle silk flag she given him, tucked in the pocket soldiers ought to reserve for their Bull Durham. When he goes under fire for the first time he loses his nerve, but stung by the taunts of the ser- geant and stimu- lated by the ample of a dying comrade and the sight of Mary’s flag he pulls him- self together, leads the charge up San Juan Hill and finally stops a Spaniard’s bul- let. His rival, his heroism, ex- comicbooks.com