Judge, 1919-01-04 · page 23 of 32
Judge — January 4, 1919 — page 23: what you’re looking at
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This page showcases scenes from contemporary theatrical productions. The top section depicts "The Crowded Hour," showing actors Franklyn Ardell and Jane Cowl in a wartime evacuation scene—a man urges a woman to flee bombardment, but she refuses to leave until she completes an urgent message, establishing dramatic tension around WWI. The lower sections feature two other plays: "Tiger! Tiger!" with Lionel Atwill and Frances Starr, and an unnamed piece with Phoebe Foster, Frank Kemble Cooper, and Peggy O'Neil. The final scene satirizes class prejudice: a gentleman (M.P. Clive Cooper) is ashamed his romantic partner works as a cook, viewing her profession as degrading. She pointedly challenges his hypocrisy, arguing her honest labor equals his own work—a commentary on Edwardian class snobbery and gender inequality.
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Bri aL St L eR Bits SEOs. New Pl layis Franklyn Ardell and gane Cowl From “Tue Crowpeo Hour.” The bombardment has begun. Mac (an actor in France for entertainment purposes )—Quick, quick, Peggy! They've ordered us to clear out of here! Prccy—No, Mac. I’ve got to stay till I get this message through. Mac—Well, we'll see a great battle, all right—but I'd rather pay my little fifty cents and see it at Broadway and Forty-second Street. But I’m no quitter. (Shell explosion is heard close by.) Vl take that back. At the right is a cheerful Souvenir of the Pigeon Post- mortem, the dramatic coup that failed. We're glad they saved the birds. “Ticer! Ticer!” From Lionel Atwill and Frances Starr Clive Couper, M. P., is chagrined that his charmer’s profession is culinary. Cuive—I can’t let you live on in such sordid sur- roundings. I simply can’t— It was all very well when I didn’t know where you came from, and where you went to. There was mystery then. I imagined all kinds of strange delightful possi- bilities!’ But now, this!— You can’t go on! You mustn’t! It'll simply end by dragging us down, both of us, this cook business. Santry (hurt to the quick)— I don’t see that there’s any difference between your busi- ness and mine. I earn my liv- ing just as honestly as you. Cuve—More honestly, perhap Only don’t you don’t you see? Phoebe Foster, Frank Kemble Cooper and Peggy O'Neil. ‘ Why? Just be- use it don’t suit your tastes as a gentleman that I happen to bea servant. But what about my tastes as a servant because you happen to be a gentleman? comicbooks.com