Judge — March 26, 1932 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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our fifteen years ago a crowd of A us went down from school to see the mayor send the boys off front. It was an unusually hot and we sat on top of a box-car and perspired as the mayor worked himself into a near-fit of apoplexy bel- lowing about dying for one’s country. He stood in a Ford draped around with an American flag. The Elks’ Band played almost continuously and all the grand time. The score didn’t pay much attention to the speech. At that time I felt a little sick, and had sev- eral moments of doubt, of a feeling that all wasn’t right with the world. Are T ten Sheridan and a bliz steel ice i to the day women had a of pale farm boys ars ago I was crossing quare. It was March rd swept snow across the that ugly square. It was after midnight, but there was a crowd standing curiously still in front of the Grove Street restaurant. It was bitterly cold, but they stood there, about a dozen of them, waiters, cab drivers, and drunks, watching four plainclothesmen kick a Jad in_ the snow. I shoved in to see what happening. You could barely nize the youth they were beating. Every time he would wearily lift his head’ a plainclothesman would kick him, deliberately. Both eyes were swollen shut. His mouth was cut, ice had torn most of the skin off his face. I asked one of the spectators what was going on. “Don't say any- thing—here's a guy over there in the corner who cracked wi I don't know what they're sore about.” The plainclothesmen casually took turns kicking, lifting the bloody figure al most to his feet then crashing him gain with a well-aimed fist, un- was completely limp. Then went into the restaurant and ffec until a wagon drew up took their victims away, No- ly seemed to know what it was about. I felt that there was something wrong with the world then, and I didn’t feel very proud of myself. was recog prone til he they JUDGING THE MOVIES By PARE LORENTZ Loos? three was in lawyer's office when his secretary came rushing in and told him the mar- ket was going crazy. He tried to get his broker, his friends, his clients on the telephone. By four-thirty that afternoon he discovered he was a quar- ter of a million dollars poorer. But in the days that followed [ read, with no apparent surprise on the part of the press or public, that the president was verybody that the mar- ket was a safe repository for savings, that it was a cray © in which everybody could win. That, too, made there an honest in the nation, years ago I assurin me wonder why man in any county Weverat days a that s" “Strange Interlude’ was to be made into a movie, that the leading rales were to be played by Clark Gable and Norma Shearer and I wish to an- that, from now on, nothing can shake me. nounce * * * I sust mentioned “H last week, but it deserv a mention, here at in focus. farce. drag Pressure” es more than After weeks of waiting, last is a comedy that stays first to last it is a It is well-paced, it does not in gangsters or bootleggers in an attempt to capitalize on ne circulation and, with the exception of Evelyn Brent, who, “Under- world” has given a monotonous never- varying and certainly wooden per- formance, the cast is far above aver- age skill, The introduction is as From spaper since well-timed Recommended “Arrowsmith—Solemn, but dull at- tempt at the Lewis novel “Hell Divers"—Some f we have to protect our what ing stations in Shanghai “High Pressure”—Sce it by all means. “Taxt"—Another ugh Cagney com- edy, well up to the standard, and built as anything T have seen in picture ntly. From the moment William Powell rescues Guy Kibbee from a flop-house and dresses him into a bank president, “High moves along at a splendid pace. at each turn, Pressure” And just when you expect to sce everything growing rosy, senti- mental and Hollywood, director Le pulls’the show back into, farce ink McHugh, as the promote rm man continues to be an Hlent comedian, worth more as received since “The Front Guy Kibbee has never given d performance in the moviés, anil fortunately has more than usual to do in this one. But for the last scenc thank Director Le Roy heartily. gave me the pleasantest evening have liad in a theatre in a long while and I am sorry I am late saying so. Tre fying pictures : their titles, and as simi released from the Hell's set. “Cock of the Air” was, according to press reports, censored so badly all the fun was taken out « it. I. still cannot that censor in our fair land has crit perception enough to extract, entirely, every scene which might funny and leave what remains of “Cock of the Air.” Some of those censored cuts must have been bad, or Ise censors have changed. As for the other Hughes production, Sky Devils,” the only amusi about this salvage sale is that he didn’t combine the best features of “Cock of the Ai “Hell Divers. “Hell's Angels” (to “Legion of the Condemned,” Lost Squadron”)—the combined fea- tures being worth almost exactly one slightly damaged Cremo cigar. time confusing as have believe have been I" after secing the fect, the lineman’s shoulders, and the general propor- tions of Miss Garbo as shown to us in “Mata Hari” the fans still worship the Swedish somnambulist, then all I n say is: put your money on Hoover. comicbooks.com