Source: Chicago Sunday Tribune, 3 January 1915, pt. 5, pg. 7.
Dear Miss Tinée: Do you know—although I suppose it is hopeless to ask you—of any moving picture theater where a crabbed old bachelor can go without begin bored to death with a lot of sentimental love slush? When the movies first started years ago I used to like them, for seldom were two pictures alike and the scenario writers seemed to display greater originality than any other kind of writer.
I confess that I like the padded brick type of humor. To me the subtle wit of the picture which shows an Irishman sneaking up behind a Dutchman and breaking a crowbar over his head is irresistable. A low brow? I admit the gentle accusation, but I am afraid I'm not the right kind of low brow to appreciate the driven from home heroine who in the last flicker invariably ends up in a half nelson clinch with the awful sweet hero.
I am tired to death of love dope and want to see some more of the old type of "stunt" picture. I don't believe it will do me any good to ask your advice, for you apparently can wade in sentiment with the greatest of enjoyment. To ask you how to dodge gooey love dramas seems utterly foolish, but, as there doesn't seem to be a sensible male person conducting a department like yours, I have to seek advice where I can and not where I would wish to.
