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Show PAGE TWO THE UTE SENTINEL Midvale, Utah, Friday, June 1, 1934 horse. and Lila and little Bn.bs. Yet she had come near ns a breath to leaving thew tl1ree hours back and had not given them a thought. There had been no thought lo her when she flung ber body out of the arms or the man who held her and over the edge of Lone Mesa --only the age-old ter-ror of con· .... On The Screen . ••• ~~~&=<1~:><::=:>0~:><::=:>0~&=<1~1)< HOOT GIBSON IN FIGHTING PARSON The Fighting Parson" which opens Friday and Saturday at the Iris Theatre, scores another triumph for Hoot Gibson. Cast in a role that calls for him unwillingly to assume a dual identity. Hoot once more proves his versatility in a most effective manner. Originally a wandering cowboy, he has the misfortune to have his pal Steve lose much of his clothing in a dice game. Riding along the country road, the pair come upon an outfit of ministerial togs. Donning them, Hoot rides into the town of Red Dog and is welcomed as "Mr. Doolittle", an evangelist who is scheduled to conduct a series of revival meetings. After becoming charmingly romantic, the story assumes an ex.citing tempo as Hoot finds himself being suspected a pal of the local "bad man. In order to clear up the mess, Hoot takes it upon himself to run the desperadoes down. His efforts lead him into no end of dangers, the most interesting feature of which, from the critic's viewpoint was the sensational dynamiting of a mountain. Supporting Gibson in ''Fighting Parson" Marceline Day has the chief feminine lead as the demure, Robert Frazer but wise Susan. has. the role of Mr. Doolittle, the Stanley unfortunate evangelist. Blystone is the villain. As usual but in a more interesting way, the lanky Skeeter Bill Robbins iS the pal of Hoot. As Arizona, he contributes much to the comedy and thrill of the story. 01 ESKIMO OUTSTANDING 1 FILM ACHIEVEMENT The grandeur of the earth's white mantle of snow at the North Pole is shown in vistas that will stir film audiences in "Eskimo," great epic ofthe Arctic filmed by Col. W. S. Van Dyke for the Metro - Goldwyn-Ma.yer studios. It opens at the Iris Theatre Sunday. of miles of ioe and snow provide a background for the greatest record of a native people ever made on film. Gasps come thick and fast for the audience as they thrill to panoramas that defy Thou<;~ands description. One scene shows the "Midnight Sun". streaking a track across the ice for fully two hundred m1les With the f1gure of a native in the foreground dwarfed to a tiny speck. Other views show millions of tons of ice shifting and rearing in the Spring ucrack up" and endangering the lives of Eskhno hunters and fishermen. Husband 41 Lends" Wife Capt. Peter Freuchen's thrilling story of life and love among tht. natives in this northermost part inhabited by mankind has been faithfully and beautifully recorded. Particularly am.azing is the moral code of these Eskimos1 which per- mits a husband to have more than one wife, and also to "lend" his wives to his friends on occasion. It serves as the root of one of the strongest dramatic situations ever to reach the talking screen. Mala, :mighty hunter and leader of his tribe, is the center of a powerful drama in which the wrong done to his Eskimo wife by a white man is vividly revenged. His tenderness of feeling for his family In early sequences won a sympathy that held the audience spellbound as the epic scenes unfolded. Great spectacles in. the picture include the caribou charge in which more than 4000 of the horned walrus beasts go the rampage; hunts in which native boats are overturned and men injured in atknife - sharp tempts to escape tusks; natives hunting whales in small boats; blizzards and icy hurricanes at temperatures that defied human life; polar bear hunts and native spear-fishing. will Individual performances long be remembered by audiences because of their utter simplicity. The players actually live the roles befo.re the camera and the spectator is never conscious that a sto~y is being "acted." Mala, the native Eskimo who heads the cast, is superb in physique and gives a performance that will startle the public used to Hollywood's brand of actors. The Savage Girl On Wednesday and Thursday playing at the Iris Theatre will be "The Savage Girl" with Roc;tlelle Hudson. The supporting cast includes Walter Byron, Harry h-fyers and Ad.olph Milar. Rochelle Hudson is a popular R. K. 0. Radio FlAM I. oF THE 81 BORDE.R '"OPYRI<>HT DOUBLEDAY. DORAN &Co. lno. VINGIE E. RO IE. •• •• W.N.U. SERVICE DowD On tl1e sandy levels the girl CHAPTER I gave her horse his head and saUed away toward the north and east. Lone Mesa. Two hours Inter she rode into the HE girl, clinging to the fnf'e or stone-flagged pntio of her brother's the weathered cHIT. her booted ranch house and swung off with feet barely touching t~1e narrow the .fast thunder of the Iron-shod ledge below, was chiefly conscious feet. of the straln qpon her wrists. All "'l,hai was a pretty piece .Ot horsethe pain in the world seemed cen~ manship, Sonya," said a mao's She knew thn't three voice; "quite spectacular. How long 'tered there. hundred feet of space hung blue and have you ridden like thnt'l'' clear beneath her, that the azure Wby, I "don't '"Oh, hello. Rod I sky cupped serenely RboVe, and still' know. Ever since· rve been ln this she endured with her mouth set country, I guess--five years now. and her dark eyes tlamtng upward It's a lqnd tha.t mal<es for flights at the face whi.cb topped the mesa's and wide gestures.'' rim. "I See. You've ·been gone an unThts was a man's face, young and consclonable time. \Vhere'"Ve you lean and weathered as the land been 'f' above, a face wild as a hawk's with "Over beyond Chee wa~h. There's long blue eyes that watched her a sick woman ln a hogan, and I'm painfully. afraid she's goJng to die." Moreover, it was a drunken face-A shadow passed across the girl's or it had been ten minutes ago. face, darkening It for a moment. Now it wns sobering fast, and Indians are so pltlful, ~'These there was sweo.t at its temples. Rod, so patient. so hopeless. And "Let go with one hand-please-- they fire so poor. They make me an' catch th' rope," its owner fairly question destiny sometimes."' begged, "for th' love of. God l" ''Leave God out ot it I" the girl ••My darling I Why bother your "A lot you know dear hendi What's one Navajo more panted thinly. about him!" or less?" "Then for your folks, mlss. ..I wish you wouldn't talk like that, Haven't you got some folks some- Rod," she said earnestly. "If you where who'd break their hearts if knew them like I do you couldn't. you-it you-fell?" They are a lost people, that I grant "Sure, I have--a brother who'd you, who know they are lost, and kill Y.OU lt he knew." they are going down to oblivion like Only a gallant shlp with Its sails set and "I'd give hlm tb' chance. You don't understand, catch th' rope. rt's a little pull. I'll flags flying. .. minute. a in here up yvu have Rod." star._=-===-===:-::==-== "For what?" slle asked bitterly. "No,•• said the man, getting up The man groaned and coming toward her, "I don't. Friday, June 1st, "Kike's" coun"For- yonr Hfe--an' your safety." Neither do 1 want to. I only untry store is coming to the Iris ''-You give me your word?'' derstand that your absurd devotion Theatre. Some lucky person will it?" take you \Viii "Yes. 't o them ts keeping you t'rom me win the $5.00 cash prize. Groceries "I will. Swing that loop to my and from your righUul place ln "#ill also be giv~n awav • to tlJ.e life." holders of the lucky tickets. The other shoulder. I'm left-handed. ·• \\'ith the expert precision ot' a regular feature on b"riday night- iS He stooped and kissed Ller gently. Hoot Gibson in "The Fighting trained cow hand the man Swung .. Go wasb and rest a bit, cbUd," Parson." the loop around her slim body. \Vith .he said; ''you look rather fagged. a cat-Uke swePp of her left hand Lila Is In the. nursC'r,V with Babs. the gil'! caught it. let go the hare autl ~erge is unt on th t• t·arr:re some· root of th~ lie-ad pinon pine stump whel·e. Said he wol!ldJl't he In till nn the rim which had ~::t\'ed her, nig:l,t." T COUNTRY STORE FRIDAY, and SATURDAY, JUNE 1, 2. HOOT GIBSON IN THE FIGHTING PURSON ROi\ll:ANCE THRILLS SUN, MON., TUES., JUNE 3, 4, and 5 THE·FIGHTING PARSON AN EPIC OF THE NORTH Every Thrill Encountered by Man In The Arctic The Man, the Tali, Lean Vandal of Saddle a'nd Spur. Who Had Rid· den Her Edge. Down to tho Mesa's quest. the high, fierce tln.re o.t' whitehot fury at defilement which has tilled the heart of woman since creation. She had essayed death as instinctively as she drew her breath. and had done lt on the to stunt. The man. the tuB, lean vandal o.f saddle and spur, \Yho had ridden her dO\VD to the mesu·s edge and lifted ber bodily from Darkness' back, came back In her vision as be had come again nod ug<tln on the ride She home. ill the patio with Rod. could aee the long blue eyes of htm,. wild with Inner tire under their sleepy look.. They had large pupUs 11nder their broozercolored lashes, and they were fierce and cruel, swlft eyes tllat could change. In a second from one vital expressiQu to another. She had seen thE:!m ch:..tnge. instantly, when site lnnked up after the sliding l:i!J nvtdr the rilfl, the Joltiug cntcb ~,,r· hcr·dutc·hlll~ !laTHis In tJH~ ViJwn i·hc•:s. l•'ronr that Pl'ttm~ wide t~l wihlTw~~ ising, sleep)' shoclc Had st·eo tlwm IIWI'Il!Jy SO· Oer thetusPlres f1·o.m lwl F-drunl;;fl'n sanity• nu~:niSht:->d to dementia Bf':wrlfnl. tl\~n in Struuge e.r~.. their lw:rst·lil;:~ l't'Ut>l :: Th(' ·~~ hnd A bt~Pu no mert·y 1'ur >1•r i11 llh·!ll. ,..~ave of Ure cold r~·:T•Ir nr UJ:It llllJ.rneot weDl o~·t·r lrt•J-. fc:ll<l', ''tl In~ :"the r<~!':p llllfl t'lltt>ret) tile det:>p I.Jy 11 brn·niug !lush <)./ au~er. stauUy hou~e. a c·nol ph~t·e. ib;;; wall~ laid , ..:....ontinued next week) up (Jf llal :-<tow~,. dduk~·d 1\'lth tlrlu!Je JlHHl. its ll:tre Htwr:.: b1·l~ht with In· Belgium hss an area of 11,752 HIIC} :->\\'1111};! (']N\T. COMEDY • Oand over hanll tile man rais~d her the scant ten feet which hud separated tlieru and pulleil her over the edge of the eli fT. Together they dlHn ru;:~. square miles n.n<l a population of rose to their feet and stood tonk. 693.3 pe""ons to the 8 .129.821 t11·nthP.r's llPr lun•,J :-;oll.\ll $avadtr log Into each other's eyes with ltou·;t>. Ids v;ife. hb t•hild, unrl l.i'U· square mile tragic tens('oess whJcb precluded !-'or live .n:nrs she self hP:;t cJI' Poll. speech. had lin"cl with thPm In tllil3 lone Then the milo stooped and picked land of 1·m·tus, l:l:rml. and sunlight. up the girl's wlde hat nnd timidly und It seemed as If a hamJ rugged She took it held it out to he-r. at ller h~:~rl: \dHmevor. she thonght withont a word. sot it on her dark or leqying thell'l. head, brushed the white, saudy She had thou!.{ltt of that grn ''ely sift of the cliff-face from her shirt or New York and and riding breeches, and watched tl\e last jPUl'. him catch her horse and lend tt baek. llodney Blake nud ull the.v stood for-convt•ntl n n nnd affluence uod Sbe took her reins and swung up what tire wurltl called life. [t had in her saddle, her lips set in a ti~ht been a year. on the nineteenth of In that line above her firm cbin. nexl month, since she had promi~ed tense !:!ilence she le.nned to the start, to marry him. Rod was the soul of when be caught her horse's bit. gallantr 'l" f'!nrl had made three .. trips "I-miss," he said thickly, "I want to Arb:• ':1 In tl1:H time. always urg· to--to say Lhat T ain't ever felt so log bel tn 1'01:H.. nwHy with hlm, tn bad in UlY llfe. l'\·e done a Jot of give up llcl' \Vurk. n1111 nlwuys she things that wouldu't beur light, but had put him off a little longer. Not I ne,·er that she wasn't fond of him. Wbo nothin' so bnd as this. made so big a mistake In judgment could fail to be fond or him with in all my days, 1lU' thf're ain't no ex· his good looks, hls smtlfng good-na· cuse I can offer. I Jnst-just didn't ture? And he wns Serge's closest lmow a woman 11\·ed who·d rather friend. Dated from colJege days. rlie thRn-thJ\n-'" But .hqw could :::;he ,G'ive up her work "Nn?'' said the girl Jll;;e a ra!"p. her~ among th~ people \\·hom sJ)e lt·•Hr ll, then. bad ie:u·nNl to !1)\'C ~:urd who needed "Yuu've ~wt u lot Now, gPt out or :ny wn.''·" her and her skill so hnrlly? Acrnss tlw hb:;h uwsu sUe went rl"hese choutrhts P<l~!-:.ecl thro·ugb like a strt-~lk c)f IJ:lll\f~, her ·~c·ar let her mind as sh~ r'Jh·ested herself shirt ag-ain:-ot the 111Hl• ~i·:y mnl.:ing of her dusty riding dotht:-s and a fire iu the :spir·lt oF ttu~ utnn whn bathed in the low PilOt ln one cor· stoor'J watching h{'r. \\'lwu It(• C'onld uer of her 1·oom where tbe II\'lng no longer ht>tll' tlu" ~uund of her waters of the ~prin6 ran softly feet !-'.!irliu);! iu the loose hor:;e·~ through :en(! n·n :n '<'!r t~u· \';'all 1n stoue silt he stoopt•d and J)!{•ked no a pipe. A ln'aJ>:ur~. llils imtonr Fr>r n lcmg tlmP he his nwu b1tt. 1::::2 Kurth 1\[l\tn A blt>sRing it woul1] he hnrd pnnl. held it in hi' two t1aw.I~. st!ring at to leave, along with Darknes~. her FhonP )Ud. 56 I it uu:seelog:. •• t•' MIDVALE HA~ D LAUNDRY I I • |