"Get a move on!"... "Earn your salary!"... "Give us moosick!"

The pianist paused to thumb his nose casually at the entire audience,
and then amid shouts and hisses sat down at the piano and began to play
"Love Nest."

Immediately the boys began to whistle, and as the comedy was utterly
stupid, they relieved their boredom by whistling the various tunes that
the pianist played until the miserable film flickered out.

Then the "feature" and the fun began. During the stretches of pure
narrative, the boys whistled, but when there was any real action they
talked. The picture was a melodrama of "love and hate," as the
advertisement said.

The boys told the actors what to do; they revealed to them the secrets
of the plot. "She's hiding behind the door, Harold. No, no! Not that
way. Hey, dumbbell--behind the door."... "Catch him, Gloria; he's only
shy!"... "No, that's not him!"

The climactic fight brought shouts of encouragement--to the villain.
"Kill him!"... "Shoot one to his kidneys!"... "Ahhhhh," as the villain
hit the hero in the stomach.... "Muss his hair. Attaboy!"... "Kill the
skunk!" And finally groans of despair when the hero won his inevitable
victory.

But it was the love scenes that aroused the greatest ardor and joy. The
hero was given careful instructions. "Some neckin', Harold!"... "Kiss
her! Kiss her! Ahhh!"... "Harold, Harold, you're getting rough!"...