COMING ATTRACTIONS.

Temuka Leader, Issue 10052, 10 February 1927, Page 4

COMING ATTRACTIONS.

AT DOMINION THEATRE, TEMUKA. If you are in search of a thrill, drop into the Dominion Theatre and see "The Limited Mail," the Master picture there for Saturday, and you will get enough thrills to satisfy you and some to spare!. Elmer Vance's , old-time melodrama, with its romantic story of the engineer who was "the disowned son of a millionaire, gains tremendously in effectiveness on the screen. The excitement of the mountain landslides and train wrecks made the audience gasp with excitement. Then the picture was screened with the majestic beauty of the Colorado mountains as' a background—such a background as the stage could never suggest.* Monte Blue is featured in the type role which first brought him into ' notice in the film world—the husky, virile hero, in this case a railroad engineer. Vera Reynolds, loaned to Warners by Cecil de.Mille for this production, makes an attractive little waitress, with whom the engineer falls in love. A breath-taking drama of the great outdoors! An epic of huge steel monsters that rush headlong over shining tracks! The havoc and destruction that follow in the wake of a train wreck! And, through it all, the fascinating tale of a virile, courageous boy who forsook the false superficiality of the East, and fought the rugged, noble mountains of Colorado to win Ms' manhood — winning also the deep happiness of love. AT MUNICIPAL THEATRE, GERALDINE. The name of Harry Langdon is known throughout the world to-day as First .National's greatest comic. But several years ago it .was just another line in the city directory of his home town. One night there appeared among the would-be Bernhardt** and Mansfields a thin, shy young man with a sad smile and a pair of blue saucers for eyes, for a trial at a local music hall. . When his turn came the youth started to mount the stage, tripped, sprawled over the steps, and at last walked out in front of the audience with an expression as dazed as a man who'had been hit with a bandit's blackjack. He didn't seem to know what it was all about, the sea of faces in front of him, the orchestra sawing away at a tune in the pit, the wildly gesticulating stags manager in the wing. The amateur paused, cleared his throat, and uttered a sickly croak that presumably Avas the start of a song. I The sound of his own voice scared him. He stopped and looked around as if he had lost something. In a word, he was pathetic, And the audience? The audience howled. Simple souls trying to be serious delighted those amateur crowds like nothing else in the world'. They clapped; they cheered. The youth grinned hopefully and, as if encouraged, shuffled his feet oddly. Big feet they were, clumtjy feet.. The crowd almost tried with laughter. Audience:, have been howling at that amateur ever since; he always seems so utterly lost in the whirl of life around him, so out of place and yeit trying so desperately to fit in. You'll see that amateur night in "The Strong Man," which comes to the Municipal Theatre on Saturday next. .-'