Reel Life (Sep 1913 - Mar 1914)

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■Retil Lifs l> H. C. SMITH, Propr. Clinton Moving Picture Theatre 895 Fulton St.. Brooklyn, N. Y. On the evening of Friday, Oct. 3rd, the Editor of Reel Life and a party of friends were entertained by Mr. H. C. Smith, at the Clinton Theatre, Fulton St., near Vanderbilt Ave., Brooklyn, N. Y. During the evening a number of prizes were distributed, the Editor being among the lucky ones, and drawing a yard of prime sausages which he considered appreciatively "a link between the exhibitor and Reel Life." We extend our best wishes to Mr. Smith and his partner, Mr. Van Wye. ^) Rellanse The Heart of a Rose Oct. 22nd, 1913. An attempt has been made in this play to bring out in vivid contrast the sort of life led by many young men as opposed to that of the girls to whom they become engaged. It is the old erroneous assumption that the man may do as he pleases as regards indulging his appetites, but the woman must invariably walk a chalk line in order to prove herself a worthy and virtuous wife. Some day — somewhere — someone will have the nerve to establish the fact that "what is sauce for Br'er Gander is pretty good .gravy for the Goose," and the race of men will become so completely buffaloed with apprehension that their fiancees are leading the high old life that they'll be mighty circumspect in their own actions. The play deals with Jack Horton and his fiancee, Editha. He neglects her, night after night, for the companionship of a dissolute Bohemian crowd. Her father counsels breaking the engagement, but she knows that it will break her heart to do so. Finally Horton receives a note from her, with a white rose. The note says that, deep in the heart of the rose, he will find a drop of her life-blood — that she is dying. He becomes conscience-stricken — filled with remorse— calls up her home and finds that she is in the hospital after having tried to kill herself — and rushes away to the hospital. She recovers, eventually, and he turns over a new leaf. All this is graphically depicted upon the screen, and teaches a moral lesson while it holds the interest of the audience. ^ ^ ^ Power's Cameragraph at Carnegie Lyceum Hugh O'Donnell the well known Lecturer delivered a lecture on the Panama Canal at Carnegie Lyceum on Sunday, October 12th. A large audience enjoyed the wonderfully clear pictures which were projected by a Power's Cameragraph and dissolver. 'J Aianao'lssr Lobster Salad and Milk Oct. 24th, 1913. Can you see it? Doesn't the title. Lobster Salad and Milk, convey a vivid impression of just about what such a story would be? It's a dream of course. Might be a grown-up's dream, too, because grown-ups put worse combinations than that in middle-aged tummies which aren't built to stand the traffic. But in this case, it happens to be the elastic, indestructible tummy of a little girl. Your little girl — our little girl— we reckon they all do it, at times. She had made free with her elder sister's rouge, perfume and peroxide, and was sent to bed without her supper, being warned that the bogey-man would get her if she persisted in her mad career of crime. Naturally, the only thing which got prompt action in the way of an impression was the cutting off of her food supply. As soon as the house was quiet, she wandered down to the ice-box and helped herself to what she found. When she got back in bed and went to sleep, there were results. It seemed to her that all the furniture left the room — her toy horse suddenly turned into a most ferocious monster who insisted upon her going off with him upon the most wonderful ride one could possibly imagine. All sorts of things happened— all the monsters of fable and legend participating. And when she finally woke up — well — we've all sworn off, haven't we under that sort of pressure? She promised to be very, very good, thereafter. And when you see on the screens what she saw in that dream, you'll promise to be very, very good, yourself, and bring all the kidaies"to see it next evening. Lobster Salad and Milk