|Moving Picture World, 30-June-1917|
through an open place in the window screen and glimpsed a muslin sheet hanging limply down, ragged at its edges, lonesome and alone near the rear end of the room. With just a little labor, and even less expense, this uninviting outfit could be transformed into a really passable little theatre of the storeroom type. The "operating room" appeared to be about four feet square."
"Just what they had in the way of a projector I don't know, but it probably was a rather small coffee mill, or maybe a good-sized pencil sharpener. I believe this outfit, as a whole, is just about the very
worst I ever saw. Admission to this Temple of Pleasure, according to the legend scrawled on cardboard over the "box office" window, is 25 cents per adult."