Close Up (Oct 1920 - Sep 1923)

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3 NIGHT LIFE IN L. A. (By “The Rounder”) It seems to me that you ought to excuse any “NIGHT LIFE” in this issue, as the weather has been too torrid each day to cool off at night! Well, anyway, I'll take a slight trip with you, and take my word for it — it’ll be very brief. MISSION — Well, someone convinced the Mission Theatre officials that the "Queen of the Moulin Rouge” was a masterpiece, but I guess the public did a little thinking for itself. By all means, if we can’t get a premier, let’s have a repetition of “Molly-O." Mandil, the bewhiskered violinist, should betake himself and his show-off car to another berg as the public has had to swallow him and his art too long. He may be a violinist, but his methods of advertising himself as such does not appeal to the community. LOEW’S STATE— Well, it wouldn't surprise me in the least if vaudeville is dispensed with entirely next week in this theatre. Whether this will make a decimating policy with its owners remains to be seen. One thing I do know — if such a man as Billy Shoup goes— *Loew’s State can make up its mind to put up with a nonentity to take his place. What I say about Billy also applies to J. L. Moore, who through his own ability and effort worked himself up from doorman to auditor, etc. Doris May made quite a hit in “Boy Crazy” last week, with the assistance of Harry Meyers and a capable cast. The present production is Viola Dana in “They Like ’Em Rough,” in which this fascinating and diminutive star is at her best. Mr. Bostick is making a legion of friends for himself. SUPERBA — Last week I noticed an old two-reeler revived; ’twas called “Sure Shot Morgan.” Its cast included Harry Carey, Maude Emory, Hoot Gibson and Claire DuBrey. I liked it better than the main feature. The lobby display representing local color of a South Sea Island became a thing of realism under the guidance of Noble Hearn and the dexterous manipulations of Jack Howard. The “STORM,” which was directed by Reginald Barker, started Sunday. This is a feature of high caliber. I reviewed it very favorably several weeks ago, when it appeared at the Mission. MOROSCO — By the time this Jewish classic has had its complete run, poor Otto Lederer will have forgotten how to speak English without an accent. He dominates the entire action, and is its particular star, yet I failed to find a photograph of him in the lobby display, while nonentities have a whole frame full of them. After each performance the only two people remembered vividly are PATRICK and Abie's father. GRAUMAN’S — I have been against foreign-made pictures from the start, but I’d hate to keep it up in the case of “The Loves of Pharaoh.” This is an epochal vehicle, and should run a few weeks more in another theatre. MAJESTIC —This stock house is giving the public “The Rear Car.” It is well played but somehow or other, the mystery is not quite solved at THE END. KINEMA — Walsh’s production, “Kindred of the Dust,” held forth, and it didn’t raise any particular dust. Guy Bates Post in the “Masquerader” followed, and 1 predict the town will sit up and take notice. It’s simply wonderful. Don’t miss it. SYMPHONY — “Grandma's Boy” has" remained long enough to grow up. Why force it down the public throat? Aren't there any more pictures on the shelves at the Roach Studios? MILLER’S — After seeing Mabel Normand originally at the Mission in “Molly-O,” I took a night off and laughed, smiled and shed a few surreptitious tears again, at her marvelous characterization at the above theatre. RIALTO — “Blood and Sand” is too hot in this weather. Why not introduce an iceberg as a prologue? As Labor Day interferes with labor, and suddenly discovering that I have exactly three hours to go to press, I will have to curtail “NIGHT LIFE” for this issue, and end up by reminding all honest-to-goodness baseball fans, including HUFF, Charlie; Curly Landis, Mr. and Mrs. Dunlap, ARTHLTR, JOE, to behold the seraphic expressions on the faces of CHARLES LOCKHARD and “Boots” Webber, while the Angels just manage to win games. Now as I predicted the last run for the Angels, and being looked upon as a prophet by LjJ U'MALLEY, I'M PREDICTING THAT ON THE 5TH DAY OF SEPTEMBER, THE DATE THIS PUBLICATION SEES THE WORLD, THAT ' THE ANGELS WILL HAVE TAKEN AT LEAST SEVEN OUT OF NINE FROM SEATTLE! WHILE THE SEALS WILL HAVE WON SIX OUT OF EIGHT FROM PORTLAND, AND VERNON WILL HAVE LOST THREE OUT OF SEVEN TO SACRAMENTO, WHICH MEANS THAT “OUR ANGELS” WILL HAVE GAINED TWO FULL GAMES ON HER RIVALS! AND THAT BY SEPTEMBER 29TFI L. A. WILL BE RACING DOWN THE STRETCH NECK AND NECK WITH THE SEALS FOR FIRST PLACE! ANYONE DOUBTING THIS PROPHECY CAN APPLY AT MY OFFICE, FOR A MORE CONVINCING ARGUMENT — SELAH. L. A. TO WIN THE PENNANT! REFLECTED GRACES By Marshall Lorimer Beauty surrounds me everywhere , Bright faces beam as I pass. But none so bright, or with stately air. As the memoried one of my Lass. She dwells far away, in dear Angle Land, Mayhap she thinks of me there; As I who behold her on every hand. The fairest of all the fair. A glance, or the gleam of a sunny smile From a maid who is passing by, Uplifts me from cares that o’er pressed for awhile, And sweet thoughts with my sigh. ’Tis thus you are ever before me, dear heart! My eyes search chaste beauties about me; And in them for a moment I trace you in part, And anon! you are near! Oh, so near me!