Life — September 10, 1925 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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‘PICTURES *PRIZES *PUNCH <—= Title: “PASSIONATE SIN.” Type: SEVENTEEN PT. CHELTENHAM. Directed by: TRAFFIC DEPT., NEWARK POLICE. Produced by HABEAS CORPUS. Presented at the JUMEL MANSION. Yoo-hoo! Whee-e-e-hee-e-e! C'mon o-vah! I'll tell the world! Have you ever been chased by a shark? Or a polar bear? What would you do if a volcano suddenly started eru ting while the ice began breaking up in the great spring log Jam? That’s what ikkle Betsy Bronson has to ask herself in “Passionate Sin” as well as lots and lots o’ other questions such as does dashing Monte Blue really mean what he says, was her mother lying when she told her she was found in the lost underground city and where do flies go in Winter? The story itself, “as sweet as story ever told,” is full of the tang o’ the South Seas and the eerie mystery of the Northern Lights. Darling Bebe’s bounding beauty of a distinct Spanish type has never been set off so well as against the historic ruins of the Parthenon. You are carried away with the quaint atmosphere of the Scottish Highlands, while the blond viking beauty of Rudolph Valentino just thrills you to tears—yes it does, too, all you little flappers and flapperses. Lon Chaney’s impersonation of the dissolute French Duke is just “fine and jim-dandy” while the other girl is played by Anna Q. Nilsson, Jacqueline Logan, Pola Negri and Mary Astor. And pretty hot stuff, I’ll announce to the cock-eyed universe! “Passionate Sin” is delicate and elemental, whimsical and blunt, stupendous and oh, so touchingly simple. I liked best the pet where tootsie-wootsie Alma Rubens refuses to marry Rikkie Parihelness so he pushes her off the cliff. That’s comedy lor you! They don’t do no better than “Passionate Sin,” nohow. If you miss this one, I hope you all get hangnails, I do. Not really, though. Just funning. Well, so long, kiddies—see you in church. And don’t put any wooden nickels in the collection plate! Nicholas M, Butler Rudy and Natacha have gone their diff’runt ways, and an- other Hollywood love nest is shattered. Well, girls, here’s your chance now, Write or telegraph your propositions to Film Editor, DAILY LIFE, and we'll forward them to Rudy. _ We hear that kindly old Carl Laemmle is to screen “Buried Rainbows,” an adaptation of James Oliver Curwood’s story, “The Blood Trail,” which he will write for Cosmopolitan Magazine as soon as Ray Long has told him the plot. ROLLO THE RUNT DONT You GET 4) NO YOU WANT To SICK OF ALWAYS REMEMBER THAT Lis’ning In Joseph McErdle gave a novel and welcome program from Sta- tion WHWH of “Familiar But Unusual Noises.” His imita- tion of the waters rushing through the Blue Grotto at Capri recalled many pleasant memories. We also enjoyed the reading from Krafft-Ebing broadcasted by the same station. HJM, the genial announcer of WRES, told us a new one which we are happy to pass on. It seems there were two Irishmen, Pat and Mike, both DX fans. “Begob, Pat,” says Mike, “I tuned in on Seattle lasht noight.” “Bejabers, Mike,” an- swers Pat, “that’s nothing.. I shtuck me foot out of the win- dow and got Chile (chilly).” Get it? WRCB knocked off a slew of classical stuff which should have been a blue plate special for the brows. Spike Hooey took a fif- teen-minute sock at Chopin, while Elso Garbein crowded his heels with selections from Bach, Brahms, Mozart, Rimsky-Kor- sakoff and Puccini. And maybe little Minna Plug hasn’t got Beethoven backed against the wall and screaming for len- iency! WMUT’s “Pleasure. Hour” is a dandy feature. We nearly died laughing when that long list of prominent clubmen posted and credit suspended came over the air. We liked DAILY LIFE ' the thumb prints and Bertillon measurements from Police Headquarters just as much. The “Pleasure Hour” is prov- ing very popular with the fans, Hundreds have written in, some enclosing money. Why doesn’t some enterpris- ing station put on a good, snap- py ukulele number? We don't remember ever having heard one over the radio and we'd like to. There’s a lot of us feel the same way, too. Five Features for the DX Fans to Laugh Off 6:22 P. M.—MOO (408), Tal- lahassee. The Peanut Butter String Trio (ophicleide, jew’s harp and marimba) in a selec- tion of sacred and profane war- whoops. (Courtesy of the O-So- asics Peanut Butter Packing orp.) 7:86 P. M—GAGA (804), Little Mitchko, Bessarabia. “Melons as House Pets,” by Major P. Julius Peajulius, Chairman of the Walla Walla Board of Trade. 9:45 P. M—TOTO (948), Hangkow, Mass. Description of the table manners of the Bhat Brahmans of the Upper Ganges. (By arrangement with the Acme Knife and Fork and Spoon Co.) 11:06 P. M—DADA (084), Malta. “Washington’s Fare- well to His Troops.” Soprano solo by Miss Sophie Eisen- drock of Sol Eisendrock’s Odd Pants, Inc. 17:4 P. M—MIMI (22), Ta- hiti. French knots, surf bath- ing, blemishes and house paint —a merry melange by The Hap- piness Boys (Eastern daylight saving time). IN THE COMICS WE Is Zat So? | SEX APPEAL? comicbooks.com