Waiting for the Iaanch "into those classic strains which ever presage the extinction of the lights and the gradual folding of the news of "the world of the vintage of 1900, we mentally harked back to the afternoon when we had been similarly situated, but somewhat further along. in show. We had been depressed to the Point of suicide, nor had our melancholy been one whit relieved by the thought that we were once more to accompany William Tell through his patriotic and hair-raising adventures. Yet, lo: there occurred that which dissipated the gloom and gave us a fresh grip on life, The subtitles of the picture were alluring to a degree. call even now how the tyrant informed Tell had been placed on his little son's head, "You will now show me, my'
shot:" and how, when ' the within the Alpine hut ind for 15 nutes we had not been vouchsafed a, clue to the conversation, the! screen suddenly informed us that. one conspirator had been saying to another, "And you are how?" 3entally we had replied for the other, "Oh, chess, ting hao," and-n little later had seized our pen (which is} typewriter) and had paid our: respects to the author of these subtitles in no measured" terms. our zeal we forgot that Hollywood, fon occasion, can be equally fanny, particularly' in the matter of ad-
On this second occasion, we were equally melancholy, and derived but cold comfort from our survey of the liberally peroxided young Indy who occupied the scat on our left. hurt our eyes to do this, not because of any wondrous nataral beauty of the young lady, but because of the engagement ring she wore and which, at the proper angle, sent: forth beams that shamed the search-Tights during the Torchlight Tattoo. The scintillation reminded us of Mistress Mary Maryline of Spot-fess Town, and we hummed softly, —This done, we glanced idly at the ledly found spoke for!
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