The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1913-07-15
ADJUSTMENTS.
Bijou-Alnskn-Siberi Motion Pic
lures.
Coloninl-vaudeviIle.
Orpheum-vaudeviIle
Little Theatre-Three-reeI "Quc
YndIs" Picture.
Sleeping on a Cake of Ice.

Sleeping on a Cake of Ice!
IL you can lose yourself in a picture
or. better still. If you can enjoy the
rapture Of others. go to the Bijou any
afternoon or evening this week and
watch those polar bears, seals sea-
lions and walruscs swimming around
In ice-water. Not circus ice water two
or three feet deep, with a square cake
OF manufactured ice on n tin shelf
but Ice "a ter with icebergs in II. Blue
ice-watcr. oceans of 1t, filled with nice,
cold fish that don't have TO be cooked.
And when you get tired of padding
around in that heavenly water, all you
have to do is 10 stick your claws. or
your fappers or your long white tusks
out OF the fluid delight and climb out
and lie In an Elysium OF ice.
just think OF lying down for hours
on cake OF blue ice without any
thought of the ultimate ice-man. 1t
doesn't even melt; 1t just gets cooler
and cooler. And. If In the course Of
natural events, that particular little
berg turns over, you simply flop about
for few minutes In molten glow Of
cold and then climb up again-one side
Is Just as paradisaically cool as the
other.
Dream on, sweet walrus with the
comedy teeth! The hunters are coming.
and in an instant you Will go where
the good walruses go, but fear not
Remember where YOU sleep; your bed
Is smooth pack of solid Ice, without
q flaw. without hint of ammonia in
It's makeup. and when you die you
will die--cold!
In trying TO review this series OF mo-
t!on pictures taken in the Alaskan and
Siberian waters by the Carnegie Mu-
scum expedition, one vaguely recalls
strange scenes of innumerable funny
looking birds, undisturbed by the near
a n oh re ND nf
tumblng seals. whole beaches full of
monster sea-lions. scrambling, tapping,
their huge bodies warping their un
calmly way to the sea. He remembers
idiotic walruses. weaving" horses
occasionally do, and he sees again,
vividly this time, wonderful. If dis
tress!ng. picture OF distracted mother
bear, swimming madly through miles
of clear blue water, with her cub
swinging to her tail. while the 'intre-
pid hunters" stand safely on schoon-
cr's deck and throw ropes at the two of
them. He sees the rope settle about
the cubs neck and watches the mothers
brave, foolish rushes at the sides of
the boat, while these intrepid ones
play" the little bear as one plays a
FISH. SO that the camera man may make
good picture, all At distance OF
some six or eight feet. Finally. just
after the lecturer has announced that
'if she could get on that boat there
wouldn't be no hunters" the mother
and the cub swim away again. and one
hopes with every S. L. G. y. instinct in
him that the picture wasn't faxed just
there.
These and many other incidents recur
to the reviewer. but. after all. standing
out in his memory like vision. like
dream of some cool Already the Blest
there fingers the exquisite. the unfor-
gettable picture of that three-happy
walrus about to die and sleeping, sleep
ing, on solid cake OF Ice.
Dream on, sweet walrus, those who
are not about to die salute you.
w. D. G.