Judge, 1927-06-25 · page 25 of 37
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JUDGE sweetly. “Certainly,” 1 answered, Are you going out to 0,” "she answered, but you sce this is the only time I have to look at time-tables.” Movie-Prologue axiom (2): The longer and higher the note the better the singer. V HILE virtue triumphs in the sereen adaptation of another Broadway stage success, “Seventh Heaven,” it is a sweet and poignant success because of a young lady named Janet Gaynor. Her performance as the outcast Diane demonstrated so great a superiority over the — inh: exhale school of Hollywood heroines that we tossed our hat in the air and shouted with genuine enthusiasm at what might have been a mediocre picture. The war scenes are pretty bad and the religious kotowing ob- noxious, but neither of these factors overshadow the impor- tance nor the genuine fecling of Miss Gaynor's acting. Charles Farrell, also a newcomer to us, gave a very good performance as Chico, the street-washer, and I highly recommend the picture if for no other reason than because there are two people who lend beauty and ch ter to it by the strength of their acting. Movie-Prologue axiom (3): A volo in any other language is al- weeter, no matter how far LIS “It is a my can’t catch 3 tery why a girl bail like a man,” says a school games mistress. But surely a man is so much bigger and easier to catch. —Passinc Siow I08 Wife—1 saw the doctor today, dear, about my loss of memory. THusband—What did he do? “Made me pay in advance.” —Tir Birs wots It is stated that women’s ankles are apt to lose their slim lines in the hot weather. The prodigal sun re-veals the fatted calf, Loxpon Opinion PINT TT Te Giaxr—When I was a kid they wouldn't let me smoke for fear it would stunt my growth. Fatima—That’s nothin’—my folks had me vaccinated on the leg so it wouldn’t show. Here it is, LADIES, the FOUR-DOOR GARAGE. No more side-swiping, smashed headlights or crumpled fenders, and no annoying walls to worry about. “Imogene took umbrage at something I said.” “Well, that’s all right as long as she didn’t get mad.” comicbooks.com