Translation [in progress] of: El Cine, El Imparcial, 31. Dez. 1916

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MAX Linder in New York. — The trip

London-New York—The travelling

ship collides with a merchant.—On the

verge of sinking.— A wonderful



  Not long ago, just two months, we announced in this same column the trip to New York of the great Max Linder, the unparalleled actor, the king of the film, the artist par excellence.

   Embarked in London in the last days of October aboard the 'Espagne' advantageously employed to Chicago and landed in New York last month with a bulky luggage: 46 trunks packed with clothes, not one less.

   The landing of the eminent artist, who had been announced in the metropolis with great fanfare from a few months before, was a major event like choosing perhaps the president of the United States, the latest invention of Edison or European peace. The presence of Max Linder in the capital New York, produced in the Yankee public a real sensation. Thousands of onlookers who had come to the dock to witness the heist "Espagne" and the landing of Max Linder contemplate with awe, in amazement, with childish curiosity, the elegant figure of the famous actor, who responded with warm smiles at the solicitous looks of the North Americans.

   The trip was not completely happy. Max Linder with his a embroidered estivo about to take a trip to the depths of the sea, and the Essanay company ran the risk of failing to meet its commitments to the Chicago public.

   Blissfully, the "Espagne" during the voyage had no encounters with the feared German submarines was not surprised by any warship that had to flee but was the victim of a serious accident that put two fingers from the wreck. The "Espagne" crashed at midnight with a merchant vessel unknown, and both were about to disappear under the waves curled.

   Indeed, the ship anchored in the port of New York with a huge hole in the hulled and other major breakdowns. The lievábaia bump footprint marked the "Espagne" on the port side in an area of ​​30 meters.

   The passengers, among them Max Linder, came on deck, obeying the orders of the captain, equipped with lifeguards, while bouncing between screams, hugs and tears of their relatives, their wealth, as in life I was pleased. Max Linder, wearing a bright pink silk pyjamas, which was the admiration of the ladies, carrying waist jacket, was perhaps the most troubled. Gesturing nervously, drawing furious space and flyovers disjointed, driving like a squid, across the deck, down to the cabins, climbing the bridge in unbridled portfolio, biting, finally, the occiput in a paroxysm of despair, not was in normal man was more of a demented, demon possessed wretched. Max Linder seemed to have lost his mind. In the midst of this confusion, of that huge mess of Babel that no one understood, the attitude of Max Linder managed to attract the attention of passengers who suddenly stopped in their manifestations painful to contemplate the wonderful spectacle of the famous peliculero French.

  Finally, the reassuring statements from the captain and officers aboard restored calm. The danger was gone.

   Then Max Linder, launching the space a loud laugh, admired passage said: 'Gentlemen, thank you all for the invaluable assistance they have given to this wonderful film we just did. Behold there in the bottom of the aft cabin, the cameraman just shot the shocking picture that precedes the sinking of a ship.

   World's last words were in the passage artist true astonishment. Some were outraged, believing a hoax whole scene brought on board to the danger of shipwreck, others protest against the officers, the most demand the punishment of the deceased, and all in order, ignoring captain explanations, which strives to dispel error, showing the gap that has the ship in one of his bands, thrown on Max Linder, which runs across the deck and down to the cabins and wineries, pursued by the crowd that wants to lynch.

   But in the end, passengers react, accept the explanations of the master and convinced, in view of sailors they recompose the breakdown, the great danger that threatened them.

   Max Linder, then, emerges from his hiding place and tells everyone, friendly, smiling, gesture Mephistophelean:

   —-Again thank you, gentlemen. My eternal gratitude to all. This race in hair you have just given me was the outcome, the end, the closing of the wonderful film just to impress, and firsts whose reserve to the big city do Chicago.

El detective PASK-URCIO

(El Imparcial, Dec. 31, 1916)