Judge — September 14, 1918 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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| | Maximum’s the Word: By Lawton Mackall blers—Berbers, or Tubers, “ IVE hundred per- formers — count em,” boast the managers of the Hippodrome as ther let loose their latest e nousness, called * ry- thing. ly two perform- ers—count ‘em,” says the producer of “Under Orders.” Which is the more remark- able—to storm the attention by sheer weight of numbe and maintain the initiative by continually throwing in reinforcements, or by bold or Yonkers, or some such tribe—leaped and whirled like grains of corn in a popper, with highly kaleido- scopic results A vast vista of the Cha- teau-Thierry landscape in summer was also pleasing. ticularly quaint costumes and a pretty color scheme. <A grand lampshade exhibition, s F ; as was the lively roller- skating scene—the latter be- ing distinguished from the ordinary rink riot by par- where girls impersonated ngenuity to hold an audience —————= at bay a la Horatius at the Bridge? The latter is more of a feat, but overwhelming numerical superiority insures success. If you don’t happen to like something in “Every- thing,” don’t worry: there are usually about three dred and forty-seven other things to look at instead. If you find a certain clown rather childish, turn your head a couple of degrees and behold the feminine contingent: some of these appear adequately sophisti- cated. If De Wolf Hopper’s quips seem to you to lack resilience, bear in mind that early in the first act, when he was pretending to be an animal trainer, an elephant sank down warily upon him. How could he, fresh from this crushing experience with the zoological Also, he is steam roller, be expected to be witty? handicapped acousticall could bons mots sound like bons mots when bellowed? Be content, therefore, that the show this year has more beauty than usual. It pens with a brisk kick-off in the style of the Russian Bailet, upon a ruggish green- svvard—one of those barefoot allegories that tell a pretty . Unfortunately, I for- to look at the program (or perhaps my attention was distracted) and therefore I shall never, never know what the tall lady in the black veiling and the blond sylphs in white were dancing about; but I liked the way they did it. Interpretative dancing is interesting, even if it does require an interpreter. The ny: mphs had no soon- er finished frisking than their greensward was taken over by a circus and a big tent pitched upon it and all Hickdom convoked. A large troup of gaily-garbed tum- Martha Mansfield, of the“ hotogra every conceivable type of electric fixture and glowed like lightning bugs, was more in the spirit of art as it is practised in the department stores. The fact that this is war time apparently makes it necessary for DeWolf Hopper to end up as Uncle Sam. If Marie Dressler were in the show she would no doubt finish off as Columbia. President Wilson is represented a scant three tires: once he is scraped on a piece of glass by Bert Levy, the cartoon-while-you-wait won- der; once, in the Hall of History, he takes precedence over assorted celebrities, such as Joan of Arc, Wellington and Pocahontas. Once, on the beach at Atlantic Ci he provides a finale for a lightning change impersonator. And yet there are people who wonder why the President has not time to attend to more things! By the way, speaking of lightning wig artists, it is disconcerting to note that Generals Grant and Lee have been frozen out of the regula- tion series; if, to make room for Foch and Pershing, the old list has to be cut, couldn’t the impersonator, for the sake of preserving cherished tradition, at least give us one combined number entitled: “General Lee, smoking Gen- eral Grant’s cigar” Something of this craft of contrasted impersonations is practised by the two hard- working players who bear the whole burden of “Under Or- ders.”” Effie Shannon has to be a mother and a twin- sister; Shelley Hull has to be hero and a Hun. “Everything” is as effective as a fifty-thousand-bulb elec- tric sign; “Under Orders,” as effective as a single candle set in the window. lies,” imperturbable amid the thunderstorm. comicbooks.com