Mephistopheles—thy pardon! Boccaccio,—turn not from me in repugnance!
Mothers of Men—thy prayers!
Verily, I am the dross that dares tarnish the sweet name of Woman; I am the ulcers of leprosy; I am the spawn of hellions;—I AM “SMUT.”
Yet—
Am I the tool of the Master?
Am I the bait that is sought to lure scurvy dollars?
Am I to be the left hand of the Griffith?
FILM TRUTH will now speak:
Why, oh, why, does the name of Griffith have to be signed to the slushy drivel of such advertisements?