Judge — April 9, 1927 — page 34: what you’re looking at

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Our Movie Critic To ye Editor of Juvcr: Despite the incessantly monotonous chords that W. M. H. so persistently strums on his mental ukulele under “Judge on the Bench,” we can still forgive him that, as we know that attacking the modern disruptions i: at best the worst. When he dese- es, however, the very essence of Savoir Faire” by wearing the self- same attitude in his judgment of the movies, I think it’s time to draw the line (preferably around his neck). I sincerely agree with Mr. Robert H. Higgins in his letter of Jan. 10th. Is Mr. Houghton trying to display an esoteric knowledge to an infinitesimal group of other “Kritics” or is he at- tempting to point out to his reading public just what are the worth-while shows?” Why not have him take just a few liver-stimulating exercises just before penning some of his bril- liant (7) satires? No! Iam not a movie fan nor am I of the Sahara intelligentsia, Starvard students, but I do fairly represent that large num- ber of Juncr’s readers that gather in those intellectual centers where Juncr is “Phe Book of the Week” fifty-one times a year and Christmas. Hough- ton, with his perpetual cries of Mush! mush! will soon tire out his “dogs” and his public also, To be more specific, in his criticism of “The Great Gatsby” he fiercely slings in raucous measure his favorite breakfast food, until, methinks, it must have gotten in his eyes while he was viewing the movie. To my mind, and those of many others equally well cultivated and intelligent (ahem!), it was a splendid picture of a rather delicate situation to handle in a movie, but despite the handicap—ex. tremely well done. As for “Judge Sophomore”—after comparing his columns, or is it col- umn, with those of his sister (literary only), I can easily understand why the “Hippolytus Club” was recently formed. Yours until Will Rogers is Presi- dent. Utica, N. Y. March 1, 1927 [Eprror’s Nore.—We feel it our duty to say that Mr. Houghton never reviewed “The Great Gatsby.”] Jerry Etienne From a Native Son Dear Jupee: An apology. I, a native son of Cali- fornia, apologize for the letter writ- ten by Henry Sherman, of Santa Bar- bara. Don’t think we are all like him. But you must remember that he comes from Santa Barbara! A silly place, always having earthquakes. Also, I can understand why he did not take the drink, I tasted booze in that town once. No, sir, not again! And, say, if you are ever in San Diego, meet me in the San Francisco bar in Tia Juana, and after the fifth “Tom and Jerry” I will repeat this apology. Then we can stagger over to the Red Mill and have a couple of Pisco Punches and discuss this mat- ter more deeply. From there to the Tivoli for a gin fizz, whereupon we can go still further into details Yes, we have no liquor in Califor- nia, ha, ha, no, not much. I admit we are somewhat behind the times; some f us are still celebrating) New Year's! Sherwood Anderson is right: Pro- ion—the triumph of vulgarity. Yours sincerely, Edward J. Benchley Wanted: A Guide Gextiemen: Coming from a sub- scriber and an admirer of Junor as a humorous paper, I know you will not take exception to a suggestion which is offered in the most constructive spirit. It does seem to me that too many of our critics are trying to be too funny in their criticism or review of shows and pictures. I would like to pick up June each week and find out what some expert thinks about a show, so I could be guided in making a selection when it comes to taking my friends. For years I followed the Sun critic, who, I think, was Acton Davies, and now I follow Mr. Metealf in the Wall Street Journal and I seldom go wrong in attending plays that he speaks well of. I think it would be more helpful if the Show Guide in Junce could be a real guide rather than something that tries to be humorous. Reading Juncr criticisms would make you feel that there were no good shows in New York, and yet I have attended a dozen or more that were worthy of real praise. Very truly yours, Alfred Reeves, General Manager New York, February 24, 1927 Troturut Harry—lI’ve walked forty miles to-day, ma’am! Lapy—Splendid! a record! You really must push on and try to make —Lonpon Opinion 32 EDWARD LANGER PRINTING CO., JAMAICA, N.Y comicbooks.com