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-now in every Statler Pleasing guests is more important at Statler-operated hotels than making quick profits. That’s why hundreds of thousands of dollars have just been spent to equip every one of the 7,700 Statler rooms — in six cities — for radio reception of superlative quality. Choice of two carefully selected programs al- ways available — with- out charge. Plan your trip to be in a Statler over Sunday. You're sure of a very pleasant week-end. Lrorarin There are Statler Hotels in: BOSTON BUFFALO (Hotel Statler and Hotel Buffalo) CLEVELAND DETROIT + ST. LOUIS NEW YORK (Hotel Pennsylvania, Statler-Operated) Hotels Statler 7,200 Rooms with bath and radio reception. Fixed, un- ebanging rates posted in all “I did it with my little Whippet.” Judging the Movies (Continued from page 21) Barrymore and Mary Philbin more than make up for these defi- ciencies. I recommend “Drums of Love” as a romantic, tender movie, well worth seeing. “Gators Wives” has nothing to do with sailors and very little traffic with wives. It is concerned chiefly with a little débutante who denies her love because she is going blind, but after being tapped across the temple with a Mack truck or something regains her sight and gets her man. But go ahead and see it. Nobody listens to what I say anyway. “18 WasHiIncTon Square” was such a feeble bit of enter- tainment in every way I was hard put to understand it until I saw by the program that it was a Universal-Jewel manufactured by | Mister Laemmle, and I suppose they had to turn out something | to keep up the glorious tradition of that impresario’s presentation of “Uncle Tom's Cabin,” which still ranks as the lowest form of entertainment turned loose in Times Square this season. The plot of this little jewel winds in and out of the picture like a lame rabbit and there were few beagles in the audience with | enough endurance to. track it down. The picture is a myster- | comic-love story with a moral. Seater (crawling out)—I say, if you come across a pipe in there it’s mine! —Homorist