Judge — December 10, 1927 — page 28: what you’re looking at

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LAY OFF OR PLL POKE YOU ONE! ON THE BUTTON SHOUTED ABIE! Look, girls, here’s Mrs. Perelman’s boy again with his quip- basket and gag-satchel, ready to go to w implored a seedy gent of a passi yp rk! “Oh, ma'am! ng hausfrau, “please help me to recover my child!” “Why, is the poor thing lost?” asked Mrs. Hanley, reaching for her purse. out!” blooms, the boy’s clever! Judging the Movies (Continued from page 22) Nothing at all—it runs in amily. The Jordans have been left-handed piano that’s l'll bet you with your right hand, that so — well, mighty fine, I think. can too, eh The pianist blushed furiously and hung his head bashfully un- der the piano stool. “I can try,” he said shy The old man smiled benignly a us from across the room, and the pianist struck a soft chord from his gold and platinum piano with his right hand. He passed the first measure successfully, the second, and even the third, but when he reached the fourth I knew by his pallid face and clenched jaw that he couldn't go on. He couldn't finish it with his right hand. He was a left- handed piano player, you see. I slipped down the marble and gold Gothic stairway to spare his feelings, and as I looked back over my shoulder for one last glimpse of the poor fellow I saw that the old gentleman, with a sweet smile on his face, was applauding vigorously, loyal to the end to either hand. “No, his pants are worn quoth the hot sport with a twinkle. Odds blushes and “The Spotlight,” incidentally, was a tiresome, stupid picture based on the oldest of plots. I wish now I had stayed in the music room. “Tre Prince or Lovers” was a British picture based on the biography of Lord Byron. Titles such as: “Come, let me kiss the snow of your veins into running fire” uttered by a | whose only good distinction was that he resembled Harpo Marx, were alone enough to make you dash out and become an ardent member of the D. A. R. “gu Srockixs” offered noth- Sing new except some very good pantomime by Miss Laura La Plante. Despite her name, the young lady has done some good work for the screen, and some if she has a decent make it in n story and director she ma a great success. We w: hope. T Hollywood boys are get- ting so desperate for scenario material that they are turning to the poets, surely a sign of des- peration. “The Wreck of the Hesperus,” based on the poem of that title written by Uncle Henry Longfellow several gen- erations ago, had all the finesse of a colored version of grammar school st Lynne.” It was too terrible to be funny. Tue best that can be said for “Love” is that it is not as bad as you expect it to be. Taken from Tolstoy's novel, “Anna Kareni the story gives ample opportunity for Mr. Gilbert and Miss Garbo to e catch-as-cateh-can bouts which have made them famous. How- gage in’ those ever, surprisingly enough, those scenes were handled with much restraint; so much, in fact, that the picture emerges as rather tepid entertainment. If you think Miss Garbo is the incarnation of feminine allure, which I do not; if you enjoy gazing into the hypnotic that sturdy cavalier, Mr. Gilbert. a pleasure I can easily forego; and if you can look forward to seeing this couple make passion- ate passes at each other, then you had better step around to the Embassy and see “Love.” The only fun I got out of the picture came when they flashed a wolf race on the sereen, includ- ing a shot of the wolf loping across the meadowland. All I can say is that if that animal is a wolf it isn’t safe to walk the streets of New York. yes of “How do you play truant from the correspondence school ?” “Ts nd them an empty en- —Bosron Transcript velope. ‘Dues the @ right be vefore 5 Wrovistoas Zer Asked. ans wite VA So hang, up your stocking th this year 2” I/_ And his, ig) banted ait said, Ted Gea hung a sash? tau Big Gock on Ws jew. comicbooks.com