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THE MOVING PICTURE WORLD
The Church and the Moving Picture.
WHICH IS THE MOST MORAL PLACE OF THE TWO?
Heard Around the Lobbies by J. M. B.
Mr. Ehibitor — The clergy with the newspapers and others of the enemies of cinematography have waged such a hard right, taking for an excuse the fight pictures, that the industry will be ruined unless we put our shoulder to the cart and once for all denounce our enemies, show them up as they should be.
WHAT THE CHILDREN SAY.
The Church.
John: -Say, Mary, why did yon go to sleep at church?
Mary: — Oh, the preacher made me sleepy with his long, dry words; and in the name of common sense, why don't they call the iks of the bible, Charley. Jim or Tom, instead of us mg all these names so hard to memorize. What was it? Nack-ha-bu-naz-arr. What •a name to make you sleep •On the day of rest they should not force us to work so hard with such names.
John: — Why, I don't go to Sunday School to listen to the preacher, but for the fun. If you had not been sleeping, you would have laughed at our teacher, he ■could scarcely keep awake. and every time that he hopped his head to dream I sent him a little bullet ■with my blow-pipe.
Mary: — What a wicked boy you are.
John: — No; I was rendering a service to the school, otherwise our dear teacher would have snored to wake up the whole class.
Mary: — What did you do to Jim that he pulled so hard on me?
John: — Jim wanted to sleep and I called him back to his senses with the point of a pin.
Marv: — Well, if vou had your fun I was mad. T had said to mother that I could not go to Sunday School because I had such a bad headache, but she told me not to miss the school a? she knew that Catherine would be there with her new French dress; but this stupid Of dolly did not show up. John:— Did you drop your
nickel in the basket. Mary: — I made believe that I was fast asleep when the basket passed. And did you drop it?
John: — Never on your life. A nickel means 10 cigarettes and T am always provided with enough pants buttons to drop in the basket. Mary:— I bet you that tinold miser of sexton collects your pants buttons and sells them. John: — I would be surprised at nothing from these church rats.
The Moving Picture Theater. Jimmy:— Mother, dear, can I
pick some llowers m the garden?
Mother:— What do you want to do with themr
nmmy:— I want to take them to this poor sick little girl in the back alley.
Mother:— What is the matter with vou. my boy, to be so thoughtful 01 others?
jimmy:— Well, mama, you
J gave me a nickel last evening and I went to the moving picture show, lnere 1 saw a wonderful story.
Mother:— What was the
Jimmv:-A poor boy is sent 3 on a farm by the Fresh Air
Fund There he has a bull\ time, but he remembers a sick little friend and when he returns home he carries with him many good things for the sick. Mother:— It was very kind on the part of the boy to remember the afflicted little
Jimmy :-Yes. mother, but it made me feel cheap.
Mother :-So you profited, by the lesson and you want to try to imitate the good little boy: T
Jimmy:— Yes, mother
■ vou allow me to pick a Ui flowers for our sick neighbor , am sure that the Sight 0f the flowers will bring a little sunshine in her soul and 1 will fee well rewarded if T can bring a little smile on her thin face.
Mother :-You are a good boy. T am very much pleased to sec you think o\ others and this will be the best news for your father, when he will return from his work. Yes. my son. vou can pick some flowers for the sick little girl, and while vou arc in the garden I will prepare you a basket of good things
Jimmy:— Thanks, mother. dear How hapov the sickchild will be and how happy will be the poor mother to receive these good
things -,.«
Mother (alone):— I feel humiliated to be taught a lesson by my own boy. T should' have thought of this noor afflicted family. And they say that moving pictures are had. No; they have not corrupted my boy, but made a little man out of him
WHAT THE The Church.
Mrs White: — Well, my dear, what do you think of our minister? Is he not a grand preacher? And so handsome.
Mrs. Smith:— What a foolish question. You know well that 1 do not go to church to hear the sermon. I go to see the fashions.
Mrs. White: — And to keep our social standing. Although I take very little interest in his sermons, I must tell you that you cannot find a finer man, so well educated, so polite, it pleasure to visit him.
Mrs. Smith: — And you should say so fascinating, as you seem to have a little fancy for this man of good manners. Does he visit the poor?
Mrs. White: — Certainly, and I generally" accompany him: but you know we cannot go right in the slums, it would be too degrading for a man of his standing.
Mrs. Smith: — As others, you leave this slum work to the Salvation Army.
Mrs. White: — Certainly. The Salvationists are recruited in the low classes, it is natural for them to do the slum work. Rut what is the matter with you, that you cannot find a kind w o r d for our young preacher?
Mrs. Smith:— Well, to tell you the truth, my dear. T am mad. Did you see your neighbor, this Mrs. Black?
Mrs. White: — She is very wealthy: she is a pillar of this church, but, mercy, she does not know how to dress. Put on her the finest dresses and she looks like a pack of rags.
Mrs. Smith. That is why I am so mad. When Madam Ladijon made me my dress she told me that no one else would have the same pattern, and T see your Mrs. Black with the identical same dress. It is an outrage.
Mrs. White: — I sec now. Because you were so absorbed in looking at Mrs. Black you could not see the good manners >A our preacher. You must cool down and not be jealous, as Mrs. Black has not your poise. and what looks lovely on you looks like nothing on her. Then did you notice her bad taste, to have with a light blue dress such an extra large hat trimmed in dark green and red. She is truly a parvenuc.
Mrs. Smith: — When you talk of hats I think that women who cannot pav their bills, like this old Mis Demijohn, should not make such a show of extra large ostrich feathers.
WOMEN SAY.
The Moving Pictures.
Mrs. Jones: — I was down town and I certainly enjoyed a fine moving picture show.
Mrs. Brown: — I always enjoy a moving picture show, but my husband always reprimands me.
Mrs. Jones: — If both our husbands had witnessed the show of to-day, a wonderful Biograph production, they would give us a little more of their time and not kill themselves at making money, as the picture of today proves to us that happiness is not in wealth.
Mrs. Brown: — I bet the picture you saw to-day is named, "Gold is Not All," of the Biograph Company.
Mrs. Jones: — Yes, that is the title. In this picture we find a finely drawn parallel of the rich and of the poor. The poor envies the rich, while the rich has nothing to be envied for. The wealthy pair starts on a journey full of thorns and of disappointments, with a selfish and loveless existence. The poor pair has at least that great gift of filial and p a r e n ta 1 love. Clouds are over the household of the rich, while sunshine bathes the humble home of the poor.
Mrs. Brown: — I was deeply touched with such a story, and although it was sad to see the rich mother lose her only child, while the poor parents have lovely affectionate children. I could not but say to myself that it was true
Mrs. Jones: — And to say that this Miss Somebodv is always talking against moving pictures and claim that they debase our children.
Mrs. Brown: — You should have mercy on Miss Somebody, she is an old maid, she would rather nurse and play with her cat than with a baby and you know she is from this very saintly place called Boston.
Mrs. Jones: — Yes. I know she comes from Boston and I know that she was there some twenty years ago and a leader in a war waged by the good Christians of Bosto to prevent the cooks from boiling the lobsters alive. Yes, they had arrests made and it was a great conflict.
Y r s . Brown : — L o b s t e r s scarcely suffer when they are thrown in a pot of boiling water — their agony cannot last one minute.
Mrs. Jones: — We know this and this is why folks made a ridicule of this great sympathy for lobsters. But hear what the good folks of Boston did. At the same time when they wanted to