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THE CRIMSON PLAYGOER

"WALLS OF GOLD"--Keith's

By O. F. I.

"Walls of Gold," the current attraction at Keith's Boston, is another story of a woman who married the wrong man for the wrong reason; and there is certainly nothing new in the picture that could excuse the repetition of a plot that was outworn when Mary Pick ford was in the silence. The only claim that the producers might advance in its favor would be that the acting is out of the ordinary. And this is not the case, for Sally Eilers, she of the perfect profile, contributes nothing that has not been seen before and Norman Foster is just as ill-at-ease and boyishly ingenuous as ever. For those who spilled tears for "Emperor Jones" and his untimely end, "Walls of Gold" is recommended as a breather, because everything turns out rosy in the end. Ralph Morgan plays the part of the wrong husband and does a masterful job of being incredulously fiendish. A serious spectator might contemplate justified murder as the only dose of medicine to cure his high-handed treatment of the fair Sally.

The plot concerns the vagaries of a young man who has fallen in love with an efficient deride of the value of marriage. Her acceptance of a fur coat from his uncle puts her in his disfavor and he marries her sister, really a complicated situation, Like the Victorian hero, the sight of his former beloved married to his uncle (all of which comes in due course of events) sends him, not to Africa in quest of big game, but to South America on an engineering job. The death of his wife at home and of his uncle solve the situation and all ends happily.

The memory of Norman Foster in that epitome of dullness, "Pilgrimage," serves to turn the reviewer against that noble gentleman, but it cannot be said that his schoolboy shyness in speech and action go amiss in "Walls of Gold." It is still difficult, however, to watch him when he is angry. Mr. Foster should confine himself to such parts as he played in "State Fair."

Kate Smith leads the mammoth stage attraction and is ably supported by a person who knows some very interesting tricks with a rope. Don't be discouraged if he fails once or twice. He did it yesterday, too.

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