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With increasing satisfaction Marion, Va., realizes that Sherwood Anderson is no longer the sinister, black-haired hobo whose face the advertisements used to show marked by unspeakable passions, by furrows and pouches suggesting unmentionable artistic orgies. Sherwood Anderson has become a plump, benign, grey-haired citizen, radiating goodwill. Unlike Sinclair Lewis, baiter of smalltownsmen, Sherwood Anderson has said: "I like people just as they are. I do not want to change...
...they quieted down, and, I firmly believe, went to sleep. They were the most human-sounding beasts I have ever met! All the grunts, sighs, groans, wheezes, and measured snores of human sleep were reproduced in a generous but exact replica. One snored so persistently that one of our hobo companions woke, swore sleepily, and with a stick rapped the offender into startled wakefulness and silence. Perhaps some of your other subscribers have had similar first-hand experience...
Beggars of Life. This story of Jim Tully's concerns hoboes. It opens with a murder. A lecherous farmer took Nancy (Louise Brooks) out of an orphanage. For two years he had "pawed over her with his hands." Finally at breakfast one day he attempted to rape her, but she pulled a shotgun from the wall, slew the farmer, protected her honor. She is assisted in her getaway by a casual young hobo (Richard Arlen) who, cinemaddicts are to believe, persevered in a platonic companionship. At a jungle (hobo hangout) her sex is discovered when the Arkansaw Snake (Robert...
Here is a realistic reel. The hobo types might easily have been friends of onetime-hobo Tully on the road. Wallace Beery,* who can put more lasciviousness into the simultaneous lifting of eyebrow and stroking of whiskers than most cinemactors can in 500 feet of ponderous leering, has been permitted to graduate from the oaf class into the wider world of characterization. Louise Brooks, as usual, is decorative, never decorous. Richard Arlen does honestly the flaming-tempered youth...
...Greenfield, Mass. As the train stopped, several persons tried to grasp the gargoyle's tail. Annoyed and impudent, he snapped it out of reach and hopped away through the freight yard. When finally captured in the corner of a box car, he was discovered to be a ridiculous hobo monkey who had escaped from a circus and boarded the freight train several towns away...