A Letter From the Owner
Dear friends — what a week, what a week we have for you. I have been waiting two months for the Cardinal print of The Cathedral of Pines and Monday it arrives in the green canister on the noon train. Tuesday, Mrs. Cleve at the organ has been writing a new score for our Hattie picture, and I have promised her a slice of pie at Doolan's after every showing — she has earned ten pies and the week is just beginning.
Wednesday we have Vivien Crane on the Sangamon, which my wife saw last March at the Topeka preview and would not stop talking about for a fortnight. Thursday, an adventure that took the studio nine months in Morocco — I cannot say more without spoiling it. Friday, Tex Marlowe and that magnificent horse. Saturday for the children, a fresh chapter of The Phantom Mail Bag, and Saturday evening, a quiet picture from the north that I myself screened alone last Tuesday and walked home very slowly afterward.
Bring your mother. Bring your father. Bring the cousin who never goes out. The pictures are here and they belong to all of us.
Yours in flicker and in light,
Cornelius Penhallow, Proprietor
This Week's Program
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In the Lobby This Week
Mr. Eldridge Tavish has hung sixteen of his silver-tone photographs from the September harvest parade. The picture of the Pomeroy twins on the hay wagon is, in this owner's opinion, worth the price of admission alone.
Penhallow Confectioners next door is running fresh caramel corn through Friday. Three cents the bag. We do not take a cut. That is just neighborliness.
Notices & Kindnesses
- Mrs. Cleve at the Wurlitzer has written an entirely new score for Tuesday's comedy. She will play it twice and not once will it sound the same.
- Saturday matinee — every child receives a hard candy at the door. With the compliments of Penhallow Confectioners.
- The heat is fixed. Bless Theo Spillane, who climbed into the boiler room Saturday night and would not come out until it answered him.
- Coats and umbrellas may be checked at the booth with Miss Annetta. She remembers everyone's by sight, but the tickets help her keep score.
- Sunday evening, the house is closed for repair of the curtain mechanism. Our apologies — she has earned her rest.
- A reminder: we do not mind a baby that cries. We do mind a grown man who explains the picture to his wife. Please be considerate.
Two thousand four hundred souls live in Hadley Falls and on a good Friday we seat four hundred of them in one room together. There is no other room in this county where that is true. We do not take it for granted. Not once.