Seated near the writer at the cinema, last Saturday, was @ small boy who, one was led to conclude, is already a confirmed womanter. The picture held a tremendous fascination for him, particularly the Biblical scenes wherein dire destruction was visited upon Sodom and Gomorrah, He squirmed a bit seeing men caught in the rain of fire that descended most realistically, but whenever some unfortunate fersale was crushed by a collapsing wall or decimated by lightning, he positively grunted with satisfaction. Much of the modern story was beyond his understanding, and he kept putting questions about it to his parents which fairly stumped them. Came at length that part of the story in which the wanton dreams that, having incited her very youthful lover to murder his father, and having been condemned to death, with him, she is being Jed to the scaffold. A truly gruesome episode, this, and one well calculated to frighten a youngster. Not so the one in que: tion, however. What, a woman about to be hanged? Sound scheme, was his verdict and he sat enthralled by what was going on in the picture. Just as the woman is seized by the hangman, she awakes from her and at this juncture our Juvenile cynic let out a how! of disappointment. From that point on, the theatre resounded to his wails. The woman repents, succeeds in undoing much of the mischief she has wrought, a whom she last was altogether too much for the child. "But it's a wedding, dear," whispered his mother. " Howi! "They're being married, silly!" examed his father. Louder howl! When, finally, the happy couple faded' from the film, locked in a rapturous embrace, the child's grief knew no bounds!
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