The New Pictures

Garrison's Finish. The usual racehorse story. The jockey is drugged, the barn burned, the steed stolen shortly before the race. In the accomplished hands of Jack Pickford and Madge Bellamy these wrinkled devices become almost credible.

The Man Next Door is all about a ranchman's beautiful daughter who deserts the range for Northampton and a higher education. Her father follows her footsteps four years later and together they attempted to scale the heights of Park Avenue society. For several reels they fail badly. The daughter-of-the-range manages a runaway rescue of a prominent debutante who is more potent in the ballroom than she is on a horse. Meanwhile the cultured cowgirl has roused romance in the breast of the youth next door. A"nd so it goes. The best of the acting is done by a trick bulldog named "Peanuts."

The White Rose. D. W. Griffith has honored the aged story of the unmarried mother by giving it the most beautiful photography of the year. The surroundings, laid in the Bayou Teche country of Louisiana, alone suffice to make the play worth while.

It is one of those plots where the penniless heroine and her baby are not received socially. After being thrown off respectable people's door steps three score times and ten she finally meets the man with whom she was in virtute delicto. He is a minister. They marry.

The picture serves to introduce Ivor Novello, a youth of brilliant promise. Unfortunately his work is overshadowed by the acting of Mae Marsh who puts into the part of the luckless working girl one of the finest performances in screen history.

Fog Bound. The heroine's papa is murdered following a raid on a Florida Casino. To everyone but the audience the hero looks like the bad boy with the knife. He isn't. But the cast has a chance to wear a lot of expensively terrible clothes. It is one of those full dress suit movies where everything appears to have been hired for the occasion.

Slander the Woman. The opening title explains that Yvonne Demarest is a noble young girl to whom honor is dearer than life itself. Those who remain after reading that deserve all they get.