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A 1 THE SUN, BALTIMORE, FRIDAY MORNING. DECEMBER 26, 1941 6 i a l' I DOUGLAS JR. RUTH WARRICK As they appear in ''The Corsican Brothers occupying the screen at the Century. I "How Green Was My Valley" I By Donald Kirkley A belated entry for tlie ten best pie- Is presented by Mr. Pidgeon with a sim- travel film.

Eschewing the surface glamor I 1 sfl If 1 tares of 1941 is "How Green Was My pllclty that is utterly free from aelf- which is sought after by more conven- A belated entry for the ten best pictures of 1941 is "How Green Was My By Donald Kirkley Is presented by Mr. Pidgeon with a simplicity that Is utterly free from travel film. Eschewing the surface glamor which is sought after by more MAUREEN HARA WALTER PIDGEON In "How Green Was My Valley, at the New Theater. Good Morning! REY Cameraman who made "Kukan" Dorothy SCOTT being shown at the Little Theater. Dix Says: self-consciousness.

Then there is Roddy McDowall, the small boy around whom much of the story revolves. The lad has a wistful appeal which Is unlike anything else the cinema has to offer today, and is the most ingratiating child to appear in Hollywood since Shirley Temple grew up. A certain Indulgence must be granted here, because the boy is supposed to grow considerably older in the course of the narrative. This growth must be allowed for in the spectator's imagination; obviously, the picture-makers could not hasten the growth of Master Roddy. Only Daughter In Household Maureen whose acting has been confined hitherto to the most elementary blossoms under the coaching of Mr.

Ford, and gives a beguiling account of the only daughter in the Morgan household. Sara Allgood Is first-rate as the mother, and the smallest roles have beea cast with perspicuity. The picture represents that perfect fusion of the talents of writer, director and photographer which is realized iio more than a dozen times in any one year. The story is spread on a wide canvas in superb style, with one masterful composition blending Into another, each one enhancing the mood of the story. "No expense was spared in the making of the film; an entire village at the foot of a coal mine was built to fit the pattern in the novel, and the entire film was done on a grand scale.

Not the least among the assets of the film is the musical score, composed and compiled by Alfred Newman. China's War "Kukan, now at the Little Theater, is a candid motion-picture record, in color, of one man's journey through war-torn, heroically resisting China. Rey Scott, newspaper reporter and photographer, set out, a year or so ago, to make a pic-' ture story of the factors behind that resistance, and the document he brought back Is one of the fl neat travel films in existence. It Is, to be tore, much more than a "Can we make ourselves, happy?" a woman asks. Surely.

Happiness is a home-made product and, if we ever have any, we have to make it ourselves. No one can hand it to us a a gift. No assemblage of auspicious circumstances can assure it. No amount of money can buy it, for It is not for sale over the counter. We have to roll our own, and the recipe for doing that is as simple as the one for making a cup cake.

We have to begin by having the will to be happy. We have to be determined to be happy, come hell or high water. We must quit thinking about happiness as a matter of luck that may happen to us or may not, and that-it depends upon all the morning star singing together for us and our having got our. hearts' desires. That never happens.

And, anyway, happiness comes from within, not from without, and when we learn to like what we have we always have what we like. Must Seize It In Youth Then we must seize happiness as it comes. We must grasp pleasure as it flies. Those who put off enjoying the good things that life offers them lose out altogether. Yet how many do it! Men and women who never give themselves a break, who fill their days with hard, grinding, monotonous labor, who never give themselves a treat or indulge themselves in any comforts or luxuries because they are putting off enjoying themselves to some indefinite future when they can take things easy.

And then, when the time comes, when-they expected to be happy, it Is too mood and the moment when they wanted to lift their voices in paeans of Joy are gone. Their suppressed desires have atrophied. There are no lips in the world they want to kiss. They have rheumatism In their knees. If you would be happy, you must keep busy.

Idleness Is not only the devil's workshop, It is the place where most of Valley, now showing at the New Theater. Based on the novel by Richard Llewellyn, this is a picture of rare charm, rich In humor and pathos, in which the author and the director, John Ford, play at will upon the motions of the spectator. Like the stage play, "The Corn Is Green," now in its second year in New York, the film has for a setting a Welsh mining town, and Welsh miners for its chief characters. The time is the closing the last century, and the theme deals with the disintegration of a fine family under pressure of changing economic conditions. This does not mean that this is a didactic picture.

The makers of it were chiefly interested in the development of character, and it is the interplay of emotions which makes "How Green Was My Valley" an outstanding photoplay. There are no stars In the conventional sense; under the tutelage of Mr. Ford and the magic ministrations of Cameraman Arthur Miller, the film affords a dozen prime characterizations. Donald Crisp In Role If, however, one person must be singled out for unusual honors, it should be Donald Crisp. An actor with many fine performances to his credit, he surpasses himself In this portrait of the proud head a mining family; a strict disciplinarian, but a kindly one a man of abiding virtue mellowed by some human weaknesses.

As the head of the Morgan clan, Mr. Crisp gives, one of the best performances of this or any other year. Walter Pidgeon likewise puts his best foot forward as the self-sacrificing preacher, a man too big for his position shepherd of the ungrateful flock in this backwoods Welsh chaicl. For sheer nobility of character, this Mr. Gruffydd has had few equals on the screen, yet he Aunt Priscilla Scalloped Turkey Take 1 to, 2 cups turkey, cut In mall p'eces; tablespoons ob butter, tablespoons ob flour, 1 cup ob stock or milk, wld salt an pepper to tas'e an enuf cracker cram's to cober bottom ob yo' bakln dish an' spre'd ober de top.

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Eat it spread the morning's glory Over the livelong day! Carlotta Perry. i NEVER OVER Chri.stmas I never over I In our heart we store Tb sr-ent of its hallowed clover, The clang of its rhythmic lore. blackout of stars or tinsel, No death in the soul of man If we keep our Christmas forever in love we can. Today the gauds and the baubles Dulled and scattered and torn; Bat not in the spirit that harbors 1'orever the glory of morn Of morn ou the peaks of glory UTjere the sun thines brighter than day To hw us the pagos of ptory Lore writes on tablets of play. No( over forever be Christmas In I tie land tuat cherishes so Its lxanty and romance and splendor.

Its. mystic and magical glow: The Christmas of love in the spirit Which has not been born for an hour P.nt destined forever and ever To bloom in our hearts like a flower. B.B. A Letter Of Friendly Criticism In Which I Am Challenged To Do Something I'd Never Dara To Do Dear Bard For the past several months you seem to have taken extreme pleasure In bringing to your readers very mistake the Weather Bureau has made. Upon occasion you have given four inches of space in.

your column to slurring remark about our "weather lasers." When 1 Hrst noticed your statements 1 a "Mimed I hey were more or Irs of a joke, laughed and agreed with ytt. Xow. however, you are giving them not, the slightest leeway. If the weather In Anne Arundel county is not exactly as predicted you come out with a statement to the effect that the goosebone Is doing fsr better Job than th. "bungling- weatherman.

111 admit they make mistakes; who doesn't? But for seTea weeks from Octo- ber, 13 through KoTember 30, I kept a elippfcg of each day's weather report from Tke Sun and they were right ninety- iSht per cent, of the time. That, of coarse, applies to Harford county. I wouldn't know about the State as a Personally, I feel that the weather 'man is doing a much better Job than you or I could do and I'll make you a sport- ing proposition. Use three lines of your column each day for two months predict- leg. the following day's weather.

If you can do better than the weather predie- tiou in the morning Sun 111 make a spe- cial trip to Baltimore to congratulate you. Just to prove we all make mistakes, and you are no exception, dig back throwgh your flies to the series of three articles on Jarrettsville or Forest Hill and the Bocks of Deer Creek. Offhand I can think of one mistake and I know there are more in those articles. The one im -uii-u i am rcierring is your state-meat that 'the "Ma and Ta" Railroad runs through Jarrettsville. You are wrong.

If you need something other than your sarcastic remarks about the Weather Bureau to fill your column this should help. You have my permission. Very' truly yours, Johx S. Smith. Forest ITOl, Dec.

10. This letter leaves me In an humble and contrite spirit, because I realize how true the things are it tells about my own weaknesses, but I am thankful that I still have strength above all my weaknesses, my faults and shortcomings, my likelihood to commit error, not to accept this challenge to make forecasts of the weather. I have consistently stated from the beginning of my criticism of the weather guys that I wouldn't ever dare to try to forecast weather, that nobody can correctly forecast the weather, that the whole shenanigan of weather forecasting is silly and futile. A CANDLE IN THE WINDOW And Jesus increased in wisdom and stature, and in favor with God and man. St.

Luke, ii, 52. Carrying Sand My local fire company demoted me the other ulght from first deputy to third deputy in the defense fire brigade. So now all I can do Is carry a bucket of sand. Still, let me do that in the tnll spirit of the country's need in this hour of danger and I'll be as proud, even, as the fire chief himself with his ornate hat. No Failure No failure fur a folk like ours Who cau iu midst of perils grave Dance iu a holiday of flowers.

Lift up their chins in faith so brave. No failure for a country born uio a ireeaora or au time. To wk trom the feast and light at Wow Littl. Cak After the captains and the kings of the holiday cake world depart, then com the little fellows the cookies, the Jumbles, the hard cakes and soft cakes, the nut cakes, the hard ginger cakes or ginger cookies. There is something very delightful about a session with these members of the lesser breeds of the cake world.

They are rich in variety flavor and shape and form. You can nibble at one and if you don't like It cast it aside without having spoiled a whole great big major cake. And they are creations of art, too, the little cakes, masterpieces of dough concoction and construction, and they certainly taste good all the' way down. Pilduzer Park Uncle Pilduzer Is goin' to Washington todT to inform the Government about tne ncw nlKh explosive he discovered In JU8t on "lice of Aunt Ilettie Dewbld- Christmas fruit cake, Ths Gifts IV 011 ihe 9' ft together, then iZlL't 'iS That love't the one that ttandeth fatt. B.

B. By of of as conventional travel talkers, Mr. Scott focused his camera on the little people of China, snapped them at work and play, got into his film something of the mystery and fascination of an ancient civilization, lie took pictures of children, refugees, soldiers, coolies, boatmen, truck drivers, statesmen, nomads, lamas, artisans, students. Camera At Work He photographed Chiang Kai-shek and his lovely wife Chinese boy scouts, flourishing incongruously In remote villages; fishing recruits from the Tibetan border; guerrillas gathering from field and' work bench for a foray against the hated Japanese. The photography is frankly amateurish; there was no time, no facility for expert workmanship; but this picture as a whole is a stirring summation of a nation at war a graphic study of unsung heroes and epic feats performed by nameless masses.

Mr. Scott's Journey began at Hongkong, took him up the bomb-belabored Burma road, through Chungking to China's wild northwest frontier. He captured on film the modern spirit of young China, together with the ancient will to resist Invasion which has absorbed many waves of conquest1. The little people who are fighting China's war occupy most of the picture, but there was time' to spare for shots of mountain scenery which is breath-taking In its magnificence. Photographed Air Raid On the return trip Mr.

Scott reached Chungking In time to photograph one of the most devastating air raids perpetrated by the Japanese. From a point of vantage across the river he filmed the onslaught of the raiders and the damnge wrought by their bombs; caught, the towering plumes of smoke and fierce outbursts of flame that marked the destruction of a large part of the city. Later on he moved his camera Into the heart of the holocaust and secured the most realistic pictures of an air raid yet exhibited In a public theater. It Is something to see; and something te remember when the war is over, and the account for these Inhuman deeds to presented to those responsible for tbem. The Christmas season's only pro fessional event that has music tied up In it wiI1 take place today when Junior ft Inc.f prcsent The AdventUres "Plcea of the Child Study Association, As might be expected from its title, "Marco Polo" deals with the adventures of a well-known gadabout of the twelfth or thirteenth century.

It's a three-way show combining CI) music, (2) dance and (3) "drayma." This program is designed primarily for children, but (to Judge by the last two Junior Programs productions here) should appeal to adults, too, for the freshness and skill of the performance. If you tune In tomorrow's Metropolitan Opera broadcast of "Lakme" you'll hear between acts that roguish musical gentleman, Mr. A. Templeton, who will play the "piano for Baltimoreans on January 29. It Is generally known that Mr.

Temple-ton has been blind from birth, but it is not generally known that he has mastered an amazingly large classic repertoire by memorizing music from phonograph recordings. Most people associate Mr. Templeton with the light and amusing things he turns out of that box of wire and wood i and ivory. Yet it's rather staggering to realize that he can memorize a Bach prelude and fugut note for note in an afternoon, merely by listening to a recording. the misery in the world is manufactured.

To be happy we must have the love of family and friends. Love is, in reality, the only one single thing that is essential to happiness. If we have that, we can do without all the balance. But without some one to love to give a purpose to our every act, without some one who loves us, with all our faults thick upon us, so much that they would stand by us though all the world turned against us, life is cinders, ashes and dust. An1, finally, if we would be happy, must find happiness in little things.

After all, there are few great moments In the life of any one. For most of us trumpets never blare at all." We have no great adventures, our pulses never thrill to any supreme emotion, but for us there Is "always the song of birds, the glorf of the sunrise, a good dinner with congenial friends, a book by the fireside of a winter evening, a thousand things in which we can find happiness if. we will only look for them. By Robert Quillea "Yon can tell how modern folks live when they put their car under the same roof with them so they can get to It Patterns New Two-Piecer Slimming, youthful, smooth as the curve of a birch sappling in the breeze here Is a frock which Is tops in fashion circles right now. Our pattern gives you the identical style which has taken the country by storm and presents the exact details of the original the long torso top, nipped at the waistline, topped with a sailor collar and finished with two pockets at the hem and the pleated skirt Smart in two fabrics or a monotone wool crepe.

Price 10 cents, in coin. Address orders te The Baltimore Sun Pattern Service 106 SEVENTH AVENUE NEW YORK 1 Print name and address plainly. Please Put A. Circle Around Size Wanted Pattern No. SOPS is designed for sises 10, 12, 14, 16, 18, 20.

Name Street Address State Note DO NOT send clipping of this pattern with your order. Keep the clipping for reference as to number and size of pattern desired, in case your order goes utray. Aunt Het Notes Of Music By Weldon Wallace Next week seems to be "old home eong when Margaret Speaks gives a week" for Baltimoreans at New York's program there soon. Metropolitan. On the stage for "Rlgo- letto Monday night will bein the title roleRobert Weedd, who caused great huzzahs when he did this part last spnng; wnue in a lesser rote xor in same performance Lansing Hatfield will lift his mammoth voice.

It's a first time for Mr. Hatfield within those halls, and he'll follow up with a quick comeback Tuesday night as the king In an opera Verdi dished up for the Khedive of Egypt, called "Aida." Mr. Weede, by the way, is due to give his first New York recital at Town Hall Sunday, and the only living composer on his program Is our Baltimore note- weaver, Gustav Klemm, who will be represented by his song, "Weary Goin'. Town Hall will hear another Klemm Paper Prophet LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE GEeTWAC A OH. GUeSS YES SANTA Ifr SANTA 1 tXJ SA0 IT fwHY.

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