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EXHIBITORS HERALD
March 21, 1925
GRIFFITH, CRUZE, DeMILLE
hci'c had their Epics— BUT—
Under .i blood-red sun that festered the earth to a fiery boil —withered the grass — baked the cactusseared i-he souls of fifty thousand people and half a million beasts—
We Started Our Epic
Over seared plains, with the furnace-like breath of an Arabian sand-storm touching us. Across and under glacial rivers that petrified with rheir chill
For Nine Days and Nights We Crossed This Icy Stream
Then once again over scorched ground
The Path To Purgatory That Blistered the Feet
to fhe bottom of mountains that touched the lips of colorless clouds
Then Up and Over These Mountains We Started
50,000 HUMAN BEINGS500,000 TIRED BEASTS Unshod Unfed
Nineteen days and nights slipped by as we clambered up menacing precipices, ankle-deep, barefooted, in the snow
In the Distance Stood Zardeh-Kun, Monarch of Persia
Two miles high and covered with snow
And Only Three Pairs of Shoes
Amongst the vast shouting, screeching, singing horde
But there was Qrass on the other side of that giant mountain and Qrass uas the end of the rainboie for us
GRASS
And barefooted they tvent up, up, up, up, ufr, up to the very fringe of heavens. Where stout timber withered. Up, up, over, over, then down, down to Qrass
And THAT’S Our Epic
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GRASS
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Sao’s Heat Fiery BlasU Scorching Rays Withering Gnu Shouting Tribes Wailing Babes Worried Cbiehaitu Screechiog Jibes Starving Cattle Lowing Beasts Baking Sun Rays Missing Feasts Folding Tents Nights Made
Fearful A Moving Nation Mothers Tearful Griodiog Sand
Storms Whirling Blinding Swollen Rivers Victims Finding Glacial Waters Rushing Crushing Frozen Bodies Screaming
Hushing
Mountains
Shy High
Motion Picture
of the
Most Startling Event
Ever Recorded
Recorded by
Capt .Merian C Gioper and Ernest B Schoedsack with Marguerite E Harris
During 15 Months Away From the Known World 15 Months Midst the Forgotten Race In A Wild Unscoured Land Where Nature Is Maddest and Destiny Wields the Lash
Snows of Ages Shoeless Feet
Crunch Torture Rages Seeking Seeking Grass For Cattle Man and Nature In Finish Battle Beasts Worn Thin Rushing On Moved by Nature King and Pawn Grass Grass Grass Grass Sun and Fire Arcbc Blasts Snow Snow Snow Snow Winds Tear Torture Blow Blizzard Confes Wildly Rages Lost Race Writing Forgotten Pages Valleys Loom Sun At Last Cattle Braying Crass Grass
GRASS
From the Recordings by
Capt. Merian Cooper— Ernest Schoedsack ' and Margaret Harrison
Is the Kind of a Story that Mad Nature Stages Once in a Millenium to Mock the Minds of Men Who Write
Written by an Angry God. with the scenery set by the terrible hand of destiny.
PRODUCED BY NECESSITY STAGED BY HUNGER ADAPTED BY DISASTER
and enacted by
50,000 Human Beings and Half Million Beasts ON THE FROZEN PATHS OF A FORGOTTEN WORLD WITHERED BY THE BLASTS OF A SUN THAT LAUGHED IN CYNICAL GLEE Decreed that 50.000 humans and 500,000 beasts furnish photographic evidence that THE GREATEST DRAMAS IN THE WORLD ARE NOT WRITTEN BUT
HAPPEN!
Let your startled eye and dazed mind travel across blasted plains that frost the blood, stun the imagination, over mountain chains covered with age old snows, across glacial rivers that race like maddened locomotives — Barefooted— Hungry PROVING THAT IT CAN BE DONE NO MATTER »HAT IT IS
Produced by Fan ous Pluyzrs~Lasky A Paroi iumiiI Pii lnrc
‘‘GRASS”
Under a (X)ld cynical sky dotted with doubting stars which seemed to say
“IT CAN’T BE DONE”
50,000 Human Beings, Half a Million Beasts
enact a drama, greater than the mind of man could imagine Greater than the hand of man could write Qn the frozen boulevardes of the forgotten world, where cold »now burned like the fires of hell and the blasts of the sun froze the blood in their veins
Barefooted, treaking across plains as hot as the lava of Vesuvious. fording glacial streams that petrified with a touch, climbing mountains, deep with the snows of centuries
UNFED UNSHOD
CLOTHED ONLY IN COURAGE
A LOST RACE
fights a finish battle with a Mad God on a battlefield planned by the hand of cruel destiny and commanded by the angel of disaster Story by Necessity Scenario by Banger Prodneed by Fear
SNOW SNOW SNOW SNOW GRASS GRASS GRASS GRASS
A drama conceived bv catastrophe, played by force of circumstances chat all the world might see and know tnai somewhere in a forgorten land, a lost people are fighting inclement nature for ONE BLADE OF GRASS
I have seen the piaure “Qrass” and the above is no exaggeration (W K. Vanderbilt)
Starting Tomorrow
in the New York daily papers there will appeal a series of advertisements designed fo arouse sufficient interest among New Yorkers to fill the Criterion Theatre for ten weeks during which time FAMOUS PLAYERS-LASKY will present twice each day starting March 25rh. a motion picture cnVitled
^‘GRASS’’
A story that was not written or staged, produced or directed, but which happened! Assurance is given that not one exaggeration will occur in these
advertisements, yet they \ daring in the extreme
A Parmouni Picturt
A.A /r.X X.-N /
be sensational and
ADOLPH ZUKOR JESSE L LASKY '
N. r V X.-N ./
GRASS
From A Story Written By An Angry God Scenario From the Hand of Destiny Enacted by 50,000 Human Beings and Half a Million Beasts Under A Cynical Sky Dotted with Doubting Stars And Staged In A World Withered by the Crimson Thumbprint of Catastrophe
A Tale the Eyes of Alan Has Never Seen and the Hand of Alan
Has Never Written
A MOTION PICTURE OF A HAPPENING
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Reproductions show advance ad campaign by Harry Reichenbach for the New York run of “Grass,” a Paramount picture, at the Criterion theatre.