Judge — August 3, 1929 — page 25: what you’re looking at

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JUD GE lose of you who attend the movies regularly in- I evitably suffering from face-fag. Faced with the ne fi week registering faith, fear, lust and love, you can't escape it. Out side of W. C. Fields and the late Holbrook Blinn I don’t know of a man or woman in the world who could strut before you once or twice a week and not give you reason to wonder if, after all, you are as intelli gent a fellow as you have been lead to believe, when you give in to tiresome entertainment. The papers, the newsecels, the movies, and billboards so surround us it is practically impossible for a gregari ously inclined citizen to get out of the way of faces. He is a man with lusty red corpuscles who can with- stand the gression of face-fag. Consider your forefathers. If they saw a face, it was a novelty, a relief, a real welcome object. What have we? Roads pictures of 1 Ss every such insidious surrounded by torso, soft drinks, automobiles and, I shudder at the Vision, tecth. Stay off the highways. You pick up a paper — Lindbe Five thousand would-be L.indberghs, would-be Coolidge, now Hoover. murderers, and murdered. ‘They all look alike in photographie form, and I offer that as a nificant influence in popularizing the ancient trade of murder, After all, if every morni ed with a portrait of a woman who resembles your wife and your sceretary or, just as ac ly, Mrs. Catt abel Walker Willebrandt, it registers in that sub- subconscious that this sort of thing is going on all the time. Comes a hot day, a bad head, a mis- understanding, and you have control over your inhibitions than a buck rabbit in November. Your secretary docs her hair like Greta Garbo, and if you give in to bridge parties or dinner er Murderers, no more ments, some ditherin clothes horse is sure to come at you with, “well, what do you think of the talking movies, ete,?” I know it’s hot, and I hesitate at show- moral alarm over anything in an ant fake alarms, ion of con- but I frankly confess I can’t keep this up. losin, If T could retire my d to a hermi cestion or my mind I would; | without put I enjoy people, providing somebody calls a recess. T used to enjoy looking in mirrors. It was a good. bracing habit. I'd stand back and think, “Well, a man with that character in his face couldn't be as stupid as all that.” No longer. I cringe at the sight of a reflee tion, They say you take on the expressions of the person or people with whom you live—I live, swim, work, with something under seven million peo- ple. If T thou of any one see the ¢ t To was assuming the physiognomy I know I couldn't go on. I fully expect to in urban life when the only way you can tell men and women apart is by their thumbprints. Six thousand people five times a day on the same fact Roxy Come television, and it will be worse. Youngsters seeking a quiet evening pile up, three thousand cars strong, in dark lanes to do their necking. Alone with one gitl she might seem impor- tant; along with six thousand couples she becomes as individual and priceless as a Ford. Divor I can’t understand 1 », when, before you have your first quarrel it is nine to ten your wife will be smiling from the advertisin copies of some magazine pages of two million and modestly assuring the world she was always a wall-flower until she learned about Dr. Blatt’s brain massaging mach I cannot offer any remedy. I haven't time. Right now I'm estimating the cost of removing from the world the young man in the next court who is re- hearsing his radio solo, the theme song from. the movie I just left. And the awful part of it is that as the noise and the faces increase, you find more ond more pleasure in being tortured. You keep si “Some » I'll kill that tenor, that edito! nd rather enjoy the daily torture. everything gocs red, and when you come a smoking gun in your hand. Oh, well. critic IT advise you to take (Continued on page 2+) that, ete., And then to, there's As a movie The Movie Guide —One Chester Morria does a euperb job in a fast-moving talking crook me 2. “Bevayal”—The last, and a good, Jannings movie. "The Ceceanuts”—Miserable musical “Bulldey Drummond” — Amusing, bearable by the Mart brilliantly directed. The best of the talking movies; with Ronald Co “Coqnete” The sound ie bad, t Mary Pickf . and graceful perf “Breadway”—A poor talkie, with an interesting background. “Eternal Love"—Jchs Barrymore ta 8 snowstorm that proves litt “Omtonen of Se Press” —Three “Hearts In Dirie—All-«in, entertaining by a ¢ “East is East”—Le Chaney makes faces for no apparent 19 comicbooks.com