New Pictures

Tillie the Toiler (Marion Davies, Matt Moore). According to Subtitle-Writer Ralph H. Spence, Tillie is the sort who wears two pairs of garters, "one to hold up her stockings and one to hold up traffic." The minx sets her cap for her wealthy employer, Pennington Fish. To land him she toys with the firm's general manager, Benjamin Franklin Whipple, a fop, declaring as she proceeds that she "will catch the rich Mr. Fish by using Whipple as the worm." In due time, however, all this diabolism is put aside in favor of wholesome matrimony with a sober leading man, thus proving yet again that cinema is sound at the core, even though occasionally amusing.

The Tender Hour (Ben Lyon, Billie Dove). Those who have never seen Elinor Glyn's Three Weeks, or read Beverly of Graustark, or thrilled to The Rover Boys, or breathed the fragrance of a 5-&-10c perfume counter, may get a composite impression of all by contemplating this creation about a U. S. hero who fights off the Grand Duke Sergeivitch and all his villainous fellows in order that the creamy, soft heroine may snuggle under his bold wing.

The Whirlwind of Youth (Lois Moran). He who runs amuck amongst women is considered the sweetest catch. In this film, evolved pleasantly enough from A. Hamilton Gibb's novel, Soundings, the cocky Lothario finds that a glance from Nancy (Lois Moran) plumbs depths of emotion hitherto unknown and strangely captivating. Most of this goes on in Flanders Fields where he is a soldier and she an ambulance driver; where one may sigh for a battered village and smile at pompous officers.

The Heart of Salome (Alma Rubens). How was dapper Monte Carrol, U. S. hero touring France, to realize that the entrancing Helene was not the sweet, good country lass she appeared to be in the shady bowers of Bretagne but really first assistant crook to Count Boris Zanko, Parisian archcriminal? When he discovers the truth, he calls her several bad names; and she, irritated, embarks upon revenge, thereby providing a Salome motif. Her weapon will be Count Boris, best swordsman in France. The thoroughgoing depravity of this fellow may best be understood when it is explained that he is Russian. In the end, however, love conquers all.