_Because in the hope to save the world,_
_She had questioned not nor fled,_
_But only kept the banner unfurled,_
_Whose only color is red._
_For red is the color of love,_
_And red is the holy one’s desire,_
_And red is the place where love makes his bed,_
_And red is the color of fire._
_And red is the thing that we do and dare,_
_When we snatch the fire brand_
_And touch the flame to the devil’s lair,_
_Who tortures its by his hand._
_And red is the hole in the depths of the earth,_
_We would bury the demon in_
_Who has laughed in such fiendish and lawless mirth_
_At the wages of lust and sin._
Now all is quiet at Helios; no more do they dance in the pale moonlight;
no more is the scorpion hurled forth to the bungalows, no more do the
goats bleat and disturb he who would sleep; now the sweeties have
returned to their previous love, and all is well.
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The other day the little town of Manhattan on the ocean near Los Angeles
passed an ordinance setting a penalty for swimming without the sometimes
necessary bathing suit, but they claim it was not without cause, for it
got so bad that certain persons after swimming were going uptown for
lunch without taking the necessary time to cover their earthly charms.
One night a party was held on the sands and every one disrobed and all
were enjoying the cooling air of the evening when a stranger was seen in
the offing. Everyone grabbed clothes and ran, intending to use another
part of the beach to refresh themselves. One dearie was stranded in the
dark, and as the rest of the party had her clothes, was forced to wander
about until morning, which was only a few hours away. After daylight she
set out to find some clothes.
Later the town heads talked it over and decided that a person ought to
wear some clothing, if only to protect them from the chill night air, so
now if you go to Manhattan to swim, take something along to wear, even if
it is only an old shirt, for, quote they, if Mack Sennet can get away
with it, “we” can.
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“The Four Cow Boys of the Poker Chips”
_From “The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse”_
By James Starr.
This is a great, massive feature directed by Dex Bygum, formerly a
bartender in Cuba. This picture is the greatest society drama that has
ever been produced about the cow country. The story is of a man that goes
to Reno to get a divorce. Reno being a great cow town, he soon turns
to be a cowboy. While he is chasing the “steaks” around the country, a
beautiful girl comes to Reno to get a divorce or to get married, we don’t
know which. The two fall in love with each other and he rides her around
the town in a side car on a bicycle. They have great times together for a
while until he starts to playing marbles for money. This gambling scene
would make Monte Carlo turn green with envy. The girl tells the man that
if he doesn’t stop gambling, she’ll leave him forever. He goes from bad
to worse and starts to play lawn dice. She is heart-broken and leaves
the town. That night he and four cowboys start to play poker. The four
cowboys leave the dive with all of the poker chips. The man is broke and
discouraged, so he takes a writing “Tablet” and dies in a few minutes.
This is the only drama we’ve seen with a true-to-life ending. It is
without a doubt the greatest non-star picture ever produced. We don’t see
how they did it.
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“High Steppin’”
_From “Deception”_
By James Starr.
This is a story of the wild parties they had during the time English
history was originated. From the looks of this picture they had a
wild and wicked time. The hero had six wives; that’s enough to make
any picture worth watching. The time is during the reign of Henry the
Flivver. Without a doubt he was a rattling good King because he found the
Ford that would go fifty miles on a bucket of oats. There’s a mystery
about the old birds doing the “toddle” in the second reel; they pull a
mean dance and if it hadn’t been for a gang of sub-titles we’d have seen
a wicked time. Old Henry as a king was a much better joker. The greatest
thing that he ever said was, “If I ever lose my Kingdom, I’ll sell shoe
strings on Broadway so I can have my near-beer.” He meant every word of
it, too. Old Henry was a real wicked hero, they usually let the villain
have the part, but to save the cost of another actor, they had old Henry
do it. The old Monarch was fond of playing crap and reading the sixteenth
century funny paper. One of his favorites in the funny paper was “Omar,
the tentmaker,” who is now still acting foolish on the American stage.
This picture is not quite as wicked as “The Queen of She Bare,” but it
will do just the same.
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Doesn’t it get your nanny to have a girl say, “Now quit, Charles!” when
your name is George?
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