The Canadian Motion Picture Exhibitor (Oct 1, 1941)

October Ist., 1941. CINEMA BUNS fas msas Freedom (Editorial, The Courier-Journal) From the archives of broken peace we are bringing out old words and dusting them off for use again as shining lanterns to lead us through the darkness Words like freedom, justice define, none of them used more You cannot say what freedom is, perhaps, It is not necesary to define it. tence. of another war. and truth—all of them hard to frequently than freedom. in a single senIt is enough to point to it. Freedom is a man lifting a gate latch at dusk and sitting for a while om the porch, smoking his pipe, before he goes to bed. It is the violence of an argument outside an election poll; it is the righteous anger of the pulpits. It is the warm laughter of a girl on a park bench. It is the rush of a train over the continent and the unafraid faces of people looking out the windows. It is all the howdys in the world, and all the hellos. It is Westbrook Pegler telling Roosevelt how to raise his children; It is Lindbergh’s appeasing hisses. It is Dorothy Thompson asking for war; it is Roosevelt letting them raise themselves. voice raised above a thousand it {is General Hugh S. Johnson asking her to keep quiet. It is you trying to remember the words to “The Star Spangled Banner.”’ It is the sea breaking on wide sands somewhere and the shoulders of a mountain supporting the sky. It is the air you fill your lungs with and the dirt that is your garden. It is a man cursing all cops. It is the absence of apprehension at the sound of approaching foot-steps outside your closed door. It is your hot resentment of intrigue, the tilt of your chin and the tightening of your lips sometimes. It is all the things you do and want to keep on doing. It is all the things you feel FREEDOM—IT IS YOU. * * * One man sold another horse. A month later the buyer was back. “That horse you sold me is stone blind,” he said. “How do you know?” asked the seller. “Because he ran right into a brick wall,” was the reply. “Brother,” said the first one. “That horse ain’t stone blind. He just don’t give a damn!”’ FOR BRIGHTER MORE DEPENDABLE LIGHT USE EDISON MAZDA LAMPS MADE IN CANADA CANADIAN GENERAL ELECTRIC Cinices and cannot help feeling. * * A woman entered a _ photographer’s studio, submitted a picture of her late husband, and asked if it could be retouched. The photographer advised that it could. “Can you take some off his ears?” she asked. The photog said yes. “And his nose?” Still yes. “And that straw hat he’s wearing,” she asked, “can you remove it?” “Certainly, madam,” said the photog. “How did he wear his hair ?” “Why ask me?” chided the woman. “You'll see when you take his hat off!” BS * * A neutral ship loaded with men of various nationalities and bound for South America was torpedoed. But one lifeboat was available and there were too many in it. It couldn’t stay afloat for long. They drew lots and the losers prepared to jump. A Russian gave the salute, said “Long Live Stalin,” and jumped overboard. An American shouted “Hooray for the USA” and did the same. At last they reached a Nazi. “Sieg Heil,” he :cried—-and pushed the Italian over. The Exhibitor “Rush Me 500 More Seats!’— . So said Benny Borlak of the College Theatre, Brantford . . . No—we don’t sell seats, but we do sell “PEACH BLOSSOM” Dinnerware . And Benny simply meant that his theatre was jammed all last week and he had to turn hundreds of people . We told Ben we could not rush him the seats but we did rush 1000 MORE pieces of “PEACH BLOSSOM” for Ben’s happy patrons. It is a swell deal—and you too can wish you had more seats. away... Canadian Premium Distributors 277 VICTORIA ST. TORONTO PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS Toronto s Newest Theatre The Ace Mr. Ben Ulster, shows just what can be done with materials and means at hand to provide a smart modern super-comfort theatre, with the latest appointments and refinements. Projection by Coleman, of course, with its ususal excellence fits in well with the many other items of high quality. COLEMAN ELECTRIC COMPANY 258 VICTORIA ST. TORONTO, ONT. Page 7