Gone is Bushman—Gone Are Spotty Films, Title Readers
Pitying the cinema has attained the proportions of a national pastime. Breathes there a man with brain so dead that he has not repudiated those curly co-eds eating ice-cream cones on the campus; those red-blooded "Society folk" with midnight bathing parties; those flat-footed vampires; Will Hays? In denizens of the greater metropolis where journalistic criticism has reached the semi-intelligent stage this upturning of intellectual noses is comprehensible. But in our more rural citizens the attitude is not so...
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