Judge — April 30, 1927 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE suited to the gruelling work of agriculture. And the girl loves the artist. But the stern old grandfather, mindful of the de- mands of Mother Soil and un- mindful of any other considera- tion, arbitrarily hands her to the husbandman and drives the other from his door. Jacques Feraudy, in the réle of the young artist, makes of this last scene one of the pitifully few in all the mil- lions of reels unwinding daily that will live in your memory. N greater agony of des shone from human coun But I won’t go on with the yarn. Love doesn’t triumph in the end. You see, this is a French film shown at the little Fifth Avenue Playhouse, where they don’t have to support a grand lobby or a million-dollar organ. Wiaresce Beery is an engag- ing soul. I don’t know that I have ever seen him in a picture in which he didn’t almost lose his pants, causing at least one scream among the ladies in the audience; and the next best thing he does is drain a flagon of beer or grog as one would a wine-glass, which gets the menfolk. His imper- sonations are strongly suggestive of a Falstaff without the brains. In “Casey at the Bat,” a Hector Turnbull production, he uses all his old tricks as the dull-witted King of Clout, née village junk- man. In addition, there is one scene in which a singing waiter hes his rum-soaked heart with she’s Only a Bird in a Gilded Cage,” and he fairly dissolves. I can’t remember another such per- fect transformation of man-into- mush. In fact, this man’s great fat-creased face has an amazing versatility of expression, with a foundation of earthy warmth that is wholly disarming. The period of the picture, of course, is the late nineties and the mighty Casey has to strike out to confirm the ballad, but trust the movies to find out that the cause was an “educated” ball planted by Ford Sterling and that Casey’s girl, Zazu Pitts, did the detecti work which uncovered the nefari- ous plot. Believe it or not, they played that game over again. SAID LORD HARRY BITTERLY ] flip ; EM If the gent who sent this one in will call at our office, he will receive two black eyes and a broken wrist. But here it is any- 1 teacher was ragging a class with her dumb questions. Now, Ferdinand,” she said to a small apple, “in the sentence ‘Pat hit Joe with his fists,’ what is Pat?” “Lay off!” returned little Ferdie. “He’s a harp; what did you think he was, a Spaniard?” He must have misunderstood her question. The man who built himself a garage, in anticipation of buy- ing a flivver, returns home after meeting a demon salesman. Tue Gonpora TaxicaB For injecting romance into American cities. comicbooks.com