Judge — November 25, 1916 — page 19: what you’re looking at

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BETWEEN CURTAINS By CYRIL ANDREW “ LL!” said the Tired Business Man. “I’ve had a bully evening, and a lot of good laughs—but I’m blessed if I know what about!” “T feel a bit that way myself,” admitted the Critic. “There were a lot of flaws, and improbabilities, and an old plot, and a penniless heroine—and yet I've seldom heard brighter dialogue; and I have chuckled more than is usual for me at a farce.” “What is this peculiarly puzzling production?” I asked. 300d Gracious Annabelle,’ replied the Critic and the Tired Business man as one. “You see,” continued the Cr f enlightening, Annabelle’ is a farce, pure and simple—quite pure and very, very simple. But the dialogue is delicious. Moreover “Moreover,” broke in the Tired Business Man, “there is one of the prettiest heroines I’ve secu this season, Lola Fisher was absolutely capti- | vating. Also, May Vokes is with ‘em, and as usual, I split my sides over her. But after all, the play’s like cating this candy-floss that you get at country fairs: you fill your mouth with the stuff, and just as you think you're going to take a big, satisfying bite, why—there isn’t anything there “That fits the play exactly,” said the Critic. ‘During the first act I | was kept busy tallying the characters as they flitted about; during the next two I followed the dialogue so closely that I lost track of the plot though I must say I don’t think I lost anything; and afterwards I was laughing over Annabelle’s naivetés and not trying to remember anything | about the play. If you want to spend a most enjoyable evening without | exerting any part of your cosmos except your risibilitics, see ‘Good Gracious Annabelle.’ Tt will fill the bill admirably in that respect.” “Then you didn’t like it?” asked the Débutante, who had been listen- ing to the discussion. “T won't say that I didn’t like it,” said the Critic, cautiously. * But I'ma long way from owning that I did. Asa play, it is nil; there isn’t any play; but as an evening’s amusement it is highly satisfactory when com- fared with some of the rot that we sce all around us.” | The Débutante was distinctly not satisfied with this estimate, but she refrained from questioning further. Instead, she tried a new tack. | “T saw John Drew the other evening, ce begs “You saw what?” said the Critic, acidly. Why—John Drew, of course!” “Oh! What was the play?” “*Major Pendennis. w only John Drew? I admit that there wasn’t much to | boast of in the play; but I dislike to hear people speaking of plays as actors. To me it would seem corns, could only say that a play is some- MM Bur 1 hadn't read thing more than a me- “Pendennis?!” dium for a favorite to Sxactly what | express himself, how- § was the trouble with ever fascinating that the play,” cried the favorite may be.” ? Critic, triumphantly. The Débutante, “People who had read aware for once in her g the book could enjoy life that she had trod- sro WS @ sccing some of their | a on one of the & f favorite scenes enact- | "c's pet mental ed by a capable com- MELLOW ELLOW as a moon - bathed landscape—pure as a wood- land stream—rich as the store- house of Mother Earth—“old as. the hills" —Cascade. Original Bottling Has Old Gold Label Geo. A. DICKEL & Co. Distillers, Nashville, Tenn. WHISKY comicbooks.com