There is no more famous, no more popular, and no more widely-known comedian on earth than the celebrated Max Linder, of the Pathe Cinematograph Company. Other professors of the life-giving art of merry-making may play continuously to crowded houses, but there are limitations to their possibilities in the way of becoming known and appreciated. They can only perform in one place at one time. For every thousand people who would go in 24 hours to enjoy the fun of an ordinary comedian, fully 50 millions could be laughing themselves into incapacity over the delicious whimsicalities of this prince of mirth. No theatrical artist has such a universal following, and no comedian is paid such a huge salary. Mr. Linder is one of the most highly-paid cinema artists in the world.

   But his reputation is not based merely on the extent of his vogue, but on the solid merit of his performances. His comedy is clean, crisp, and funny. To see him is to laugh. He is a very genius of fun, compelling unstinted merriment at every grimace, every motion, every single phase of every-varying expression. He can talk volumes with his eyebrows and express whole comedies with light gestures of the hand or head. He may not talk – not yet – but that is no disability to an artist like him. He is simply a master of mirth-makers whose art is a natural gift, and an unique gift at that.

   Mr. Linder's latest triumph is the three-act comedy “The Last Laugh,” which scintillates with bright fun. The Press notices of this production describe it as “Max Linder's masterpiece.” (Sunday Times, Sep. 14, 1913)