Bemidji Daily Pioneer Newspaper, February 15, 1922, Page 2

B SRR SN S R AR ESEANE LS “BIG TOWN IDEAS” AT THE REX AGAIN TONIGHT One of the most delightful screen plays seen here this season fell to the lot of patrons of the Rex theater yesterday when Eileen Percy, the piquant comedy star, opened an cn- gagement there in “Big Town lde.-w,”' a William Fox feature which is en- tertainment. plus in every moment of its rendition. “In Big Town Ideas,” Miss Percy cnacts_the role of all town god: dess, ) l.\%p fairly wins the adn 1 of fpll¥cistomers—es- pecidy’mate—by an’art that seems to have been handed down from some expert “mammy” of ante-bellum days who knew just bow ta cook flapjacl}cs Misg Perc, “flapjackery” is lo- cated in a small railroad station, through which in time all the charact- ers in the story pass. There comes a handcuffed youth with an officer on his way to prison; the members of a strolling troune of thespians, the sgovémor of the state, two high-class crooks who are principals in a big hend robbery, the love-sick swain and various other figures. The handcuffed youth turns out to be an innocent man, with the Flap- jack Queen finally accomplishing his release; and it is but natural that the first two things he does after he sheds ! ‘his. wrist hardware are to dispose of a luscious plate of ‘“‘wheats” and marry the girl. .Miss Percy’s work as the lunch counter girl was one of the most satisfying characterizations seen on the local screen in a long while. The play is filled with wholesome fun and quaint conceits. «THE CHILD THOU GAVEST ME” AT REX THURSDAY “The . Child “Thou Gavest Me,” which is to be the attraction under the First National trademark at the Rex theater for two days, starting Thursday, introduces a new produc- ing organization to the motion picture public. It is an independent unit known as John M .Stahl Productions, and the pictures made uwndér Mr. Stahls personal direction, will be presented by Louig B. Mayer. The initial offering of this company according to advance reports, is one af the most dramatic “stories ever fitmed. The story evolved about a startingly novel situation—one that ‘has never been done before in film— and the suspense and tenseness thru- out make this one of the outstanding achijevements in movie history. The cast’is of all-tar callibre, in- cluding such celebreties as Lewis Stone, Barbara Castleton, Wiliiay ‘Desmond, Adele Farrington, Winter Hall and last, but not least, little Richard Headrick, alias “Itch who T - won his way into millions of hearts by his acting in previous pic- ture: he in reality is only three years old- the star of the picture, in spite of the unprecedented strength of the t. In-*The Child Thou Gavest Me,” the Tittle chap does not simply pose i one or two scenes, as is customar with child actors of his age; he is a-part of the thread of the story and io “acting” 'all thd way through it. And little “Itchie” is some actor. “Ttchie” has become popular in the motion picture colony in Los An- geles, that divectors are constantly bidding for his services, but his par- onts refuse to allow him to spend more than a day a week before the camera. “THE RIGHT THAT FAILED" AT THE GRAND THURSDAY Preliminary because of its quality of he-Americanism, Metro’s new spe- cial “The Right That Failed” should anjoy a popularity without class Timi- {ations. It radiates certain ideals of manliness through a love story of an accepted type, that will no doubt coincide ‘with the cherished standards of every member of the representative American family. At the same time the opportunity for humor has not been overlooked and in fact it is the predominating light- ness of treatment attached to a theme fall of possibilities for the comecv- writer that makes this feature the best in which Bert Lytell has starred fPor some time. The introduction of the prize ring and the corresponding characters‘into pictures is a modern tendency that hag probably never proved a greater success than in this feature. When a champion boxer finds that his great prowess which has won him unparal- Jeled recognition among men counts for worse than noching with the one tair lady, the situation of his helpless- ness and miscalculations is picture: que and amusing to say the least. For the first time his fists are of no use. But the usual takes place and the e feminine admiration for physical fit-| ness is onee more the conclusive fac- tor in a three-angled love affair. “Bert Lytell, as the squarejawed, uhpolished lover, gives an imperson- ation that will no doubt surprisc mary who have followed his work. Tle is fally convincing in registering a greater ezse in the bout thanin the love arbor. Virginia Valli, it might be said is a personality and an actress ho would inspird a vis-a vis, Good direction, attractive settings and the comic illustrations increase the sell- ing value. “The Strap; Hanger,” a new two- part' comedy completes the program. «wHNBGARTIAT GRAND 111 SNTURQAY- AND SUNDAY William, S. : Hart!s admirers will tarn -6ut’$n force” when his latest Paramount picture of the west, “YWhite Oak,” is shown for the first time in Bemidji at the Grand lhrnto_r Saturday and Sunday. “White Oak” is"an excellent photoplay. It full of action as any Mr. Hart has given | As Oak Miller, 2 s at his best. The us in two year: gamblin’ men, he situations arg them are original and novel. Vola Vale gives cxcellent supporb to the star while the work of Alexander ‘Gaden, Rohert Walker, Bert Sprotte “and Helen Holley leaves “White Oak” Hijtiel to be desired. ¥ ite his tender age—"“Itchie” is | thrilling and many of | “LIFE” AT ELKO THEATER TONIGHT AND THURSDAY successful melodrama which created 1914, “Life,” a Wililam A. Brady pro- duction for Paramount, will be shown at the Elko theater for two days be- ginning tonight. This melodrama pi ture was produced in. New York're- cently and is declared by press-ana pubiic to be one of the strongest pic tures of the season. The story has genuine heart inter- {est and appeal and even the most | blase film fan will watch development of the plot_ with fervor. The pro- duction as § Wl s a good one and e players enacting the vazigusyrolgsd sl‘erb Wi 4 ex‘ceptionsfi%‘tgc - vinting, story.in brief haso:d with the conviction of an innocent man of murder and of his exonera- tion by his wife atter many compli- cationg have beew o¥ércome. The _cast genérally is of the best. Jack Mower, the leading man, is well known as an actor, he having appear- ed in many Broadway productions. Arline Pretty, the leading woman, is & noted stage and screen player wio is not unfamiliar to Paramount audi- ences. Rod La Rocque, who has a heavy role in “Life,” was seen to advantage in “Paying the Piper,” & recent Paramount success. Others in the cast include Leeward Meeker, J. H. Gilnore, Effingham Pinto, Curtis Cpoksey and Goeffrey Steiri “THE BRIDE’S PLAY” AT ELKP 3 FRIDAY AND SATURDAY' There would be renewed interest in marketing if every women could design s pretty a marketing dress as the one worn by Marion Davies in “The Bride's Play(”” a Cosmopolitan Paramount picture which will be the feature at the Elko theater next Fri day and Saturday. When Miss Davies learned that she was to wear such a frock, she did not go out to buy one, |but” sat down and made it entirely from her own design. “The Bride’s Play,” romantic picture of love, “wishing wells,” quaint folklore and weddings. It was screened from the story of the same name by Donn Byrne under the direc- tion of George W, Terwilliger. Wynd ham Standing plays opposite Miss Da- vies. The cast is said to be excep- tionally clever. The picture was creat- ed by Cosmopolitan Productions. OLD TREE IN CITY OF LONDON Mulberry Planted Four Centuries Ago 8till Flourishing in England’s Grimy Metropolis. That a tree which has entered its fourth century of life.should still be flourishing In the heart of the west end of London is an interesting fxct, apart from Its histofical scintions. King James the First, anxious to promote stk production in-the metrop- olis, planted many young mulberry trees from abroad, over an area of nearly five acves, where Buckinghani ; palace now stands, and the Mulberry garden, it it“did not fulfill royul hopes, provided a place of public ‘amusement, I the people—iucluding Dry- den, the poet. Juureate—resorted to eat tarts and dtherwise regale themselves. A mansion erccted nearhy was called Tart ‘ball, apparently from the local associations referred.to, and from this mansion many works of art found their way - into Herace Walpole's collectlon at Strawberry hill, as is set out In the | sale catalogue of 1842, Brig. Gen. Sic Dongias Dawson, state chamberlain, has just favored me | with a letter in which he makes the interesting statement that in the gar- den of Buckingham palace there is a venerable mulberry tree, which bears a label to the effect that it was “Plant- ed in 1609, when the old Mulberry gar- den was formed by Jawes L"— London Times. CALL TUESDAY UNLUCKY,DAY | Members of the Greek Church Have Reasons to Look Upon It With Misgivings. To most persons” of western tradi- tion Friduy is more or less consldered to be an unlucky day. dany of them prefer not to say this straight out, but they are a bit wary of starting | any lurge enterprise on a Friday. The iden may come from the fact that for so many people Friday is held as a fast day and great interest in purely secular pursuits should be held some- what in abeyance, "The old Norse peas- antry give a different explanation. “Po begin_a big thing on n Friday Jeads to a great temptation to break the Sabbath," is the way one old grand- mother puts it. To most members of the Greek 1 church it Is not Kri but Tuesday that is the most unlucky day. The reason: is_ cleaveut and historleal, for it was on this day that—a Tuesday, in 1453—Constantinople was lost to-the enstern empire and passed under the control of the Tu Negroes Move to the Cities. The negro urban population of the United States is now, in round num- bers, about 3,500,000, and even more when towns and villages of less than 2500 inhabitants ard included; that noghifd of ythermesdies ot the United States gre now living in yik liges, f6whs add cliek. fine Jatger part” of tlieiocfense] Indnegye, ubbun population h been due to migration. Tn the last five years some §00,000 ne- groes have moved from rural districts into the towns and cities. A large pro- portion. therefore, of the negro popula- tion is new to city conditions.—South- ern Workmen, One Place 1t Wouldn't Go. - “Dishere talk about cancellation o! ,hlsed‘ or . Thompson »-Buchanan’s h 2 theatrical sensation in‘New York-in'f* SYNOPSIS. CHAPTER IL—Young Carlyle Wilburton Dale, or “Bill Dale,” as he clects to bo known, son of wealthy coal operator, John K. Dale, arrives at the Halfway ern Tennessee, abandon- lo ease—and incidentally & bride, Patricla Clavering, at the altur— determined to make his dwn way in life, He meets “Bal Littleford, typleal mountaineer girl. “By” Hecl, & charac- tor ot the hills, takes him to John More- nd's_home. ‘Moreland {s chief of his #clan,” which has an old feud with the #Littlefords. He tells Dale of the killing | of his brother, David Moreland, years ago, owner of rich coal deposits, by a man named Carlyle. Moreland's descrip- tion of “Carlyle” causes Dale to believe the man_was his father. CHAPTER IL—Dale arranges to make his home with the Moreland family, for whom he entertains a deep respect. | CHAPTER III.—Talking with “Babe” Littleford next day, Dale Is ordered by “Black Adam” Ball, bully of the district, to leave “his girl"™ alone. Dale replles splritedly, and they fight. Dale whips the bully, though badly used up. He ar- ranges with John Moreland to develop David's coal deposits. _Ben Littleford sends a challenge to John Moreland to meet him witn his followers next-'day, in battle. Moreiand agrees, CHAPTER 1V.—During the night all the guns belonging to the-Littlefords and the Morelands mysteriously disappear. CHAPTER V.—Dale arranges to go to Cincinnatl to secure money for the min- ing of the coal. The two clans find their weapons, which the women had hidden, and line up for battle. *“Babe,” in an effort to stop the fighting, crosses to the Moreland side of the river, and Is accl- dentally shot by her father and seriously wounded. CHAPTER VIL—To get proper surgical ald, John Moreland, Ben Littleford and Dale convey *‘Babe,” unconsclous, to the city. Doctors assure them she is not scriously_hurt. Dale meets an old friend, Bobby ~McLaurin, who had married Patricia Clavering. Telling his father of David Moreland's coal, the old gentle- man’'s actlons convince his son of his father's gullt ‘n the kiiling of Moreland. CHAPTER VIL—It is arranged that “Babe” {s to stay with Mrs. McLaurin to be educated. Dale, refusing his fath- er's proffered financiai aid to develop the mine, interests Newton Wheatley, capl- talist, who agrees to furnish the money. Dale realizes ho loves “Babe.” CHAPTER VIIL — Returning to the Halfway' Switch, Dale meets Major Bradley, lawyer, and real friend of the mountaineers, whom he = enguges us counsel fur the company. A man named Goff, of evil repute, tries: to bribe Dale to betray the Morelands by. selling him the coal depusits, and telling them they arc of little vaiue, Dale attempts t0 thrash him, but Goff draws a' revolver. Dale Is unarmed. CHAPTER IX.~Goff enlists the aid of a turbuient crowd, the Balls and Torreys, to maka trouble for Cale's company. $he Littlefords and Morelands agree to forget CHAPTER X.—"Dabe” returns to her home, fearing she s a burden o the Mc~ Laurins. Dale remonstrates, and she agrees to go back, for the sake of an education. ~ Wavylaid by “Black Adam” Ball, Dale figh(s a pistol duel with the desperado, and Ball is killed. Dale is ar- rested and taken to jall nt Cartersville, He doesn’t sce how lhis shot could have killea Ball, CHAPTER XL-There is much specula tion a5 to who really Killed Bt th general opinion belng it was Ry Tleck, o hid constitu ale's o b ted himselt Dale's (Continued from last issue) CHAPTER XII Jailed, Cartersville nestles close between the points of” two outlying foothills, and it is a delightfully lazy and old- fashioned town. For the most part it is made up of gabled old brick houses, which have pretty settings of green lawn, 1t , honeysuckles and trees. Bven in the small business (Ilslrlc\‘,‘ the streets are lined with trees. They have electric lights there, and water mains, a common school-and a high school, a courthouse, a jail and a theater. 1t was a little after nightfall when Dale and the other two men rode through the shaded streets. Dale noted that the people they met under the swinging lights spoke cordially and with marked courtesy_to his compan- | fons. 1t was very evident that the of- ficer and Major Bradley were In high standing In their home town. Sherift Tow Flowers drew in before a hitching-rack that stood in front of the courthouse, a great .old woodeén building with a clock in its tower. “We'll dismount here,” said he. They did. The major. took the reln of Dale's horse. ! “TIll see that the anfmal is well cared for, sir,” he said to Dale. “And as soon as I have seen to our horses, I'll be with you. I wish totalk mat- ters over with you. Suppose I bring wSpper .fqrbxs hoth, eh?™ “IDates Mharked Bradley, and turned Cawgyyawith the oficer. They walked a shprt biock.and entered a low, square - Gtlaing of brick and stone of which the windows were small and high and | barred with iron. Dale knew that it | was the Cartersville jail, and his heart sank in spite of him. Just as death | by violence hnd been entirely new to | him, so also was this entirely new to: him, . Flowers took a ring of heavy keys from the hand of the jailer, and led the way down a whitewashed corridor. z debis,” said Uncle Ebep, “may Jbe al right for_the big tranfactions, but 1 wouldn't “like to' see anybody try te start’it in a grap game.” It was. not yet Lgdtime, and the other priseneps were still up; some of them were reading newspapers, othess were trying to mend’ their clothing, still | Qo it, somebody else would do it; and | | outer wall” of stone. others them alled out boldly and bade the new prisoner welcome—and each of these received a gruff ovder from the sheriff to keep guiet, Dale paid no at- tention whatéver to his would-be tormentors. % At an fron door at the end of the corridor, the ofticer halted and faced about. “If there could be such a’thing ns a comfortable cell here,” he low and kindly tones, “it's this Jle went on earnestly: “Now I wapt vou to believe me when I tell you that | it is with real regret that I.put you behind a door of iron, But if 1 dido’t | s possible that T can be a little move | nt about it than "arother officer | alize all that, y'know,” replied @ T'm very much obliged to you. sheriff.” . Flowers unlocked the door, and Bill Dale wilked in. Flowers locked the door and went atvay. Dale began to iunspect his quarters. ! To ull appearances, they weve at least clean. There was a narrow bed co ered with a pair of gray blankets, a ! stool and a_soaphox, and nothing more. The light in the corridor behind him made snaky black lines of bar-shadows on the brick partition walls and the Dale shuddered in spite of himself. He put up.one hand and - turned on a small light, which dissipated the uncanny shml-: ows—and’ showed him a line from Dante’s “Inferno™ that to him seemed very wiserable; some former occupant | of that cell had written it with char- | coal on the, whitewashed outer wall. ‘Then Dale sat wearily down on the | narrow ed, leaned his head upon his | lands, apd. began ‘tothink. Te had always wanted ’ difliculties | to uvvercome, barriers to surmount, a work to do, a fight to fight for him- | self. In full measure he had, found them every one.. He did not doubt his ability to overeome the difficulties, sur- mount te harriers,.do his work well | and- fight his- fight "as’ a good man fights, and Win—if it were not for the charge. of having shot and killed Black Adam Ball! It seemed to him now that that must end all that was worth while for him,” For that was more than a difficulty, more than a barrier. Ile firmly believed that it had been | his bullet that had finished the earthly existence of the giant hillman. True, It had been an accident. But how was he to convince a jury that it had been on accident? Would the jury take his word for it? The jury would not, of course, The mysterious third shot, that had | coma from a little distance—but he ! could not reasonably expect deliver- ance from that source. If only he had held down his abomfmable, savage tem- per; it only he had— Major. Bradley interrupted his un- pleasant traln of thought. : “No brooding there, my boy!” Dale looked up. The old attorney, ns neat in appearance as though he had not even seen:a saddle that day, Witg S ding just outside the hate- ful door of bars. Beside him stood a whiteclad negro boy with 4 big tray of steaming food on one hand and a pot of steamfng coffee In the other. The jailer came and unlocked the deor; also he very considerately brought another stool and fresh water. The major entered the cell, and the | negra followed. | Arn qinused _twinkle appeared fn | Dale’s eves as PBradley put the tray | down on the soapbox.. Therc was enough for five threshing-machine hands! The black boy was sent to the front door to wait. 2 “I thought you'd be as hungry as| 1 am, and I'm as bungry as poor old ! By Heck cver was!” laughed the | major, as he sat down and begzan to pour the coffce.. “Riding alw: made me as-hungry as a bearin April. Light right inte it, Dale. There’s nothing | like a good steak, for any meal, when | a fellow is half starved; eh, Dale? | Try that one, won't you? I told Massen- gale I'd cause his beheadment if ‘these ! steaks weren't perfect. Massengale,” he | added, “runs-the lotel here, the Hu- reka -Funeral. Pariors, and the One- I'rice Clothing Emporium.” *“1 wonder,” smiled Bill Dale, “what he does with his $pare time?” radley laughed, his eyes twinkling | meérrily. - Bale found that he too was hungry, now that savory odors had | invaded his nostrils. A minute later, and he had pronounced his steak dell- clous. 3 “Massengale shall - not suffer be- | headment,” said the major; and he hegan to carve his own steak. It was an excellent meal, the grim | swrroundings, notwithstanding. When it was over; the negro boy came and took away the dishes, and received with a gladsome grin the two silver | coins that were given him. Then Brad- ley produced a handful of cigars, and two of them were promptly lighted. - “Now, ‘sl sxid ‘the old luwyer, “T | teeth in a smile that was meant to be ! ! you. Ball was noted, I understand, as | Eh?" i | mediately. fecl like talking. Let's see, You gave your man Iayes orders to carry -the work right along as. though nothing had happened, didn't you? And the 'sherift_is to go back the day after to- morrow to arrest two or three Balls and two or three Torreys, to see what he can find out concerning the dyna- miting of the two buMdings and the trestle—today was not a good time to make the arrests. Am I correct?” “Correct,” nodded Dale, [ Bradley regarded his cigar thought- fully. J“Now,” he said _in a low tone, sud- denly lifting his gaze to the other's face, “tell. me about the thing that brought you here. Don’t omit even the slightest detail. Nobody can overhear you If you will hold your voice down. These walls are very thick, you see. Well, yon may beglin.” [ it In carefully guarded tones, Bill Dale gave u straightforward account | of the whole unfortunate occurrence, The major- listened Intently to every word of it, so Intently that he allowed | his ecigar to go out. Often he stopped | his client and asked him to repeat cer- | | tain portions of the story in order that he might be doubly sure of a | point. l} As Major Bradley rose to ask the jailer to come and let him out, Dale |! muttered downheartedly: “Tell me, major: what do you think of my case? It looks rather bad, doesn’t it?” "Not bad enough to warrant your feeling blue over it, my boy!” said Bradley, showing his polished white reassuring. “I think we'll get you out | of it. Anyway, don’t worry -about it Worry will kill a cat, they sayl You dldn’t kill Adam Ball. John Moreland Lad taught you how to shoot pretty | well; and if you took even half as careful an aim as you think you did, || you couldn’t have missed Ball's bat by 50 much, b e i “I have an idea, Dale,” he resutned, “that 1f we knew who fired that third shot we'd know who did for Ball. It might have been done in order to save an unfair and tricky fighter. He might have been trying to trick you when he rose and fell groaning. Perbaps he meant to draw you into the open, that he might have a clean shot at -you. Dale shook -his head goomily. i “Hardly plausible, major. In that event there was nothing against the man whose bullet finished Ball, be- cause he did it to save me; and he' would have owned to it and prevented- my arrest. A man who liked me well enough to kill Ball to save my life would like me well enough to confess ! and save me from suffering for it. 17 am sure'of that, major.” “Ah, my boy,” smiled the older of the two, “you don’t yet know the moun- taln heart.. Jail.is a terrible thing to | the liberty-loving mountaineer. But love of you, and love of falr-dealing, will soon overcome the fear of jail, and you will. be freed—if what I strongly susmect proves to be well | founded.” T'll leave you now, Dale. I'll see you in the morning, sir. Good- nightt!” When' bhis optimistic attorney had gone, Dale glanced once more at the to him miserable line from Dante’s “Inferno,” ‘and began to remove his outer clothing preparatory to going to bed. He did not feel anything like so confident - concerning the outcome of his trial as Major Bradley evidently felt. Then he became even more dejected, and he told himself that the | major had spoken so reassuringly ! merely to help him keep up heart. The night passed, and another bright summer day dawned, and in the Car- tersville jail there was one prisoner | who had not:slept at all. Iach of those long and heavy black hours had been an age to this prisoner to whom Jail was so mew. | At noon a furious windstorm, ac- companied by much vivid lightning and blinding: rain, ang -out of the west and began to sweep the country- side and out of the lowering wet gloom there came, one to deliver Bill Dale. He was a mpuntalneer, young and stal- wart and sticong, and about him there was much o¥ that certaln Eoglish fine- ness that wis so striking 1o his father. 1le entered the 10w, square building of brick and stone and stopped In the ! center of the corridor, where he stood, | while water ran from his wet clothing | and gathered fn little pools at his feet, | and looked to his right and to his feft. ! Dale saw him, and cried out in sur-, prise: “Caleb 1" i | Caleb Moreland walked straight, his| head up and his shoulders. back, at splendid picture of virile young man- hocd, to the end of the corridor. He gripped two of the door’s hated bars, bars that had long) been wworn smooth | by othex human hands; he pressed his simoothly shaven, ' against the iron, smd smiled. “How are ye aieelin’ by this time, | Bill2 /It's-some =i of a place, ain’t itz | ' “e Dale took a step toward'h{m. “Well, a quéen’s boudoir #s nicer. What are vou doing here, Cafe?’ “I've come to sat you free” sald} Calch Moreland. ¥ /.5 Dale stared unbelleyingly. “But: that is impossible, Cale, How could you set me free? | “Call Tom Flowers, and Y1l sight | ye.” % Dale called, and the officer came im- | Caled Moreland turned from the cell door and raced him. “I've come here to own up to the Eillin® 0’ Black Adam BalL? began the young hillman. e swallowed, went a trifle pale un- der his tan, and continued bavely : “Bul Dale thar, he never done it. I am the one "at done it. Bill e shot at Adam, but he missed—Adam thad done shot at Bill fust, y'onderstaind, Tom. | But I didn't miss. I don't newer miss. (Cemtnued on Page 4) | i I , of us, . H. Young wri ipect of life, after one gets to be about sunburned face || MOVES ALTOGETHER T00 FAST ‘Writer Makes Complaint About Life That Will Be Echoed by Many No Longer Young. Here is gnother new one already started and even on the second day we can seem to feel the finish just ahead 5 in Provi- dence Journal. ‘We shall have just time to save up for the summer vaca- tion and then for another period of scrimping preparation for Clristmas and first thing we know -they will be ound the 1923 calendars. really the most alarming as- so old.' It is this infernal and relent- less speed of the passing years hich steadily/becomes speedier. It is_only duet of the equatorand the north pole, the speed of the moon and the speed of turtles and all those contemporaneous scientific_matters, . And yet, sciencé is just wonderful, isnlt it? In. Torento the American As- sociation for the:Advancement of Sci- ence Just received a report fromx u professor at the University of W consin which reveals a new speed re ord. "The chumpion racing turtle in an event which included 163 entrants fin- ished the mile in. three years eleven months and nineteen.days. All we can gef out of this-is the thought that we would like. to-have life move as slowly as-it-does for a turtle. THE- PIONEER WANT ADS BRING RESULTS Adolph Zukor - presents-a Willia PRODUCTION what life is—come see the things it'is made of! The top and the botiom, the body and soul, the strife, woven into a screen peortrayal of one of _the greatest melo- dramas ever staged. Though no one may know the love and the glory. All tingling ' TONIG!!T. L K mA.Brady CYTITITTITTITTTE L LASNEFEAZAAASIAANKEEN PP T TR P LT TETPET T LTINS T LIT AT ITITITITE TOMORROW e e REX THURSDAY Lewis Stone and [ Parbara Castleton w “Jhe Child Thou Gavest Me" REX WILLIAM FOX Presents .- EILLEN A COMEDY OF cauth i N l/““BIG TOWN IDEAS” GASTRONOMY “GO AND GET THERE” 5 Fox Sunshi " MATINEE 2:30 COMING ne Comedy EVE. 7:10-9:00 SUNDAY ® suring machines, the erratic con-