The New Pictures

The Shriek of Araby. Although it ill becomes profound commentary to point with pride to the centripetal optics of Mr. Ben Turpin, it must be said that his present opus is sniffing at the heels of true Art. Mr. Turpin's burlesque places a permanent tombstone over the twin-Bedouin story of the desert.

He invades the Sahara, acquires sovereignty over a native tent colony, marries the American beauty which he finds blooming beneath a nearby dune. His bride is carried off by a wolf in the Sheik's clothing. Needless to say, a small menagerie of camels, ostriches and lions join happily in the chase which terminates in the private swimming pool of the Sheik's harem.

Main Street. The Warner Brothers have made a fatal step. They have finally capitulated to the harsh outcries of the movie critics and produced a book as it was printed. They have introduced no extra lovers for their celluloid Carol; they have sedulously omitted all train wrecks and one-piece bathing suits. They have admitted that Sinclair Lewis knew more about their business than they.

Only 38. This is one of those pictures about college life. The crossed tennis racket, roll-necked sweater college life perpetrated exclusively by the DeMille boys. Female inhabitants of the institution walk the campus clutching ice cream cones.