The Desert Flower. Out of this gold-rush rumpus and all the dusty sentimentality of love in the desert, they have made an ice-cream-cone comedy that is as surprising as it is entertaining. The dance-hall den becomes a place of sweet lullabies and softened hearts. The dance-hall girls spread sunshine instead of sin. Colleen Moore is the girl in question, and never was her piquant presence more invigorating. She picks up a tramp, stiffens up his backbone, discovers he is a millionaire's son from the East.
The Little French Girl. Almost inevitably a popular novel...
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