LYRIC PICTURES.

Kaipara and Waitemata Echo, 13 September 1917, Page 3

LYRIC PICTURES.

—Friday Evening— " Hate" or " The Aryan "—Steve Denton (W. S. Hart) rides into the town of Yellow Ridge with money-belt full to bursting, wealth earned almost with his heart's blood out in the desert. The town gamblers want it, they;, set Trixie (the Biren) to entice him to the roulette tables, and when a telegram comes that Steve's mother ia dying she lies to him about it. Steve, with every penny lost, learns his mother is dead, and wild with rage he shoots up the place, and carries Trixie away on his horse. He establishes the " Town of Hate " in the wilds near his mine A band of farmers lost in the desert ask for help and shelter for the women, but he only threatens that if they don't get out within a given time his lawless band will despoil them. But one little girl (Bessie Love) creeps from camp and meet Denton, who finally yields to the plea of the fearless girl, too late, however, to stop his band from carrying off the women. With supreme heroism he undertakes a course of action that provides the biggest thrill of all in a remarkable film. —Saturday Afternoon— Grand Picture Matinee from % p :i m. to 4 p.m. Splendid big programme. Bring the children. . —Saturday Evening— " Manhatten Madness "—Steve O'Dare a rich young man, who has lived for some time on his Nevada ranch, returns to New York for a visit; After a week of New York gaiety he is bored and says there is not a thrill in Manhatten. A wager is made, and Steve finds plenty of adventure very quickly. He receives a note from Count Marinoff and goes to the house, where a note is handed him from the Count's beautiful ward that she is in dreadful peril, On attempting to ■aye her, he is bound and gagged by the Count's butler. After more adventure he is released, and his friends explain that they have provided the promised thrill. Just here four of Steve's cowboys arrive, and with their aid the tables are speedily turned on the jokers. —Tuesday Evening— " The Bugle Call "—An Ince Triangle play, specially written for clever little Willie Collier, The little ohap has had many letters from admiring picturegoes, and the following is a portion of a reply he sent to a gentleman in Wellington who wrote to him : —" You ask me to tell you something about what it feels like to be working front of a camera, J look on it as good fun, for although I'm doing a man's work in ' The Bugle Call,' I'm not a real man yet, and hope to stop a boy for a long time. Mr Ince gave me the bugle who will see in the picture, the pony and dog are also mine. I ride the pony to work every morning and the dog follows me. I learnt to ride when I was quits a little fellow,but some of the places I had to go over when the Indians are supposed to be chasing me, scared me a little, however, if I didn't go the picture would not have been anything at all. Will you ask the people who see me in this picture how they like me. We know how the peq'pje over here like our pictures, bus we do not know how they like them 'down under.'— Yonr truly, Willie Collier."