District Attorney: Where were you on the night of April 20 between eight and eleven?

Witness: In the Paramount Theatre

D.A.: What movies are playing there?

Wit.: "Four Hours to Kill," and "Mary Jane's Pa."

D.A.: Is that all?

Wit.: Well, there are short subject, "Manhatten Rhythym," which I liked very much.

D.A.:Who was in the movies? Were they good? Tell me something about them.

Defense Attorney: Your Honor, I object, What is the D.A. trying to prove?

Judge:What are you trying to prove, Mr. District Attorney?

D.A.:Your Honor, I am trying to establish the position of the witness at the time of the crime.

Judge: Objection overruled, Witness answer the question.

Wit.: Guy Kibbee, Aline McMahon and a crowd of clever youngsters keep the first moving at top speed. It is a comedy of the role the local newspaper plays in politics.

In the other, "Four Hours to Kill," Richard Barthelmess is given top billing but is no more important than a dozen other actors, among them Joe Morrisson, Helen Mack, and Roscoe Karns. There are a tleast five plots, all good, cleverly interwoven and suspended until the final dramatic climax. The last twenty minutes of the picture are dynamite. Your Honor, you really ought to see it. It's a pity it's only one more day.

Judge: I am satisfied as to the witness' alibi. What's your occupation young man?

Wit.: I'm the CRIMSON Playgoer

Judge: Twenty years! Next case!

Wit.: But Your Honor. I'm not on trial, I'm a witness.

Judge: You just think you are! Five dollars contempt! Next case!