Translation of: Max Linder, A Federação, 3. Okt. 1914

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Theatres and amusement



  Our Telegraph service published today, gives us the pathetic news of death, in this barbaric and irrational thing called war, that is reducing humanity to the level of brutes - of the notable film actor Max Linder, who so rapidly illustrated his name and contributed to the great fortune of the house Pathé Frères.

   It is very rare that an individual artist, whatever his favourite branch, spreads so quickly the fame of his name to the four corners of the earth, constantly sowing the laughter, a joy, more frank and communicative, and transform his elusive image into a true symbol of happy existence and quiet teasing.

   Max Linder was one of those few chosen.

   His name immediately evoked the vision of a bright world, tumultuous, no place for sadness and shadow, and the announcement of the films, which he himself composed and performed, was a sure guarantee of success.

   Insinuating, sympathetic, knowing the background of the metier, dressing equally well when doing gentlemen and when doing the apache, agile, inventive, an eminently expressive mime, Max Linder was the charm of Cinematographers public, especially of the fair sex and children.

   The style of his hats, his fraks, his pants, how to tie the knot of first class ties, have been copied by fashion and popularized it, creating soon imitators.

   Came the war, and Max Linder, leaving the world of fiction for the very tough reality, there was for the battlefields do his duty as a patriot, finding ultimately death.

   He died so many times before the lens of photographers, stuck at the horns of bulls, hanged, suffocated in the waters of the Seine, always making people laugh, has now given the final and true rip into effect, yielding to the shock of the crimson exterminating wave, that will submit the old continent and dropping all in the same fury of destruction.

   The sound of laughter follows the death knell, and the applause of all the public, who knew him and were grateful for the good he did, made them follow the gloomy anonymous funeral honours, given before an hastily opened grave, in that tomorrow it will no longer know the right place!

   At times, newspapers reprinted news from a paper from Pará, saying that Max Linder was the son of this State, and that, having gone very young to France, grew up over there and became citizen, adopting, after all, that nation as his homeland.

   These news were never confirmed and probably not pass fantasy.

   But Frenchman or Brazilian, Max Linder had for homeland the globe, because with his original art, fruitful and invigorating, has conquered the whole, and in it established a name of imperishable memories. (A Federação, Oct. 3, 1914)