New Pictures

Tramp, Tramp, Tramp (Harry Langdon). Frantic farce cannot be estimated in detail. Such a critique would simply be a catalogue of gags. Tramp, Tramp, Tramp is such a catalogue. It is one of those pictures in which a man gets into bed with an electric fan and emerges in a storm of feathers. There is a plot about a cross-country race to advertise a shoe store. Mr. Langdon is often funny. The picture is often funny.

Volcano (Bebe Daniels, Ricardo Cortez). The stage this week, as listed elsewhere, had its South Sea show with a restless volcano for shock effect. So too, the screen. The screen can, of course, do much better by a volcano than can the stage. The eruption in this picture is excellently emotional, if one has after hundreds of movies emotion left for natural disorders. The story is pretty feeble, with Miss Daniels playing the "native" girl and Mr. Cortez the handsome, clear-skinned lover. The volcano bursts all over the middle of the sweet sentiment and ends the picture vigorously enough.

Silken Shackles (Irene Rich). Behind this horrible title lurks one of the usually nauseous triangle dramas of uneven family life. Thanks to the performance of Miss Rich and the general intelligence of the story and direction, the picture may be endured, perhaps occasionally enjoyed. This wife wearied of her dentist husband and took up with a gentleman who let his hair grow long and played the violin. The couple are overtaken in Trieste and the wife concludes that her sane and comfortable spouse is, perhaps, better after all.