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em we SS hi % al , : W. 420d St. Eves. 8:20 COHAN & HARRIS Wiese: ds0i8 COHAN & HARRIS PRESENT The ROYAL VAGABOND A COHANIZED OPERA COMIQUE UP IN MABEL’S ROOM With HAZEL DAWN, JOHN CUMBERLAND, Others Theatre, West 42nd Street. Eves. at 8:30 REPUBLIC ™*sriwiutes A. H. WOODS presents The Woman in Room 13 Eves. $30 2:30 45th Street went of Broadway. Evenings 8:30. BOOT! Matinees Wednesday aod Raturday 2°30. I Love You Monte Cristo, Ie nig ie ASTOR Sethy wasasrss Eguy fit EAST IS WES WITH FAY BAINTER SELWYN *205252 Rei cubondeyy, Brenines #315 Matinees Wednesiay and Haturday 2:15 teeey TUMBLE IN i, SOME TIME. Their Utility By Texxyson J. Dart A friendly look, a pleasant voice, A smile as sweet as honey, Will make your pathway smooth through life, And help you borrow money. Tea ror Turee—Maxine Elliott. Betrer ‘Ove, Tue—Cort. Broadway and Thereabouts Some Half-portion Impressions of the New York Shots By L.M Bairnsfather | “‘Tumpie Is yn. Damsel jam. Up is Mapev’s Room—Eltinge. Give. crony-ology of the war. Come Atonc—joth Street. lassies know no lassitude. Come-On Cuartey—g8sth acy inflation farce. Dapoies—Lyceum. Are bachelors people? Dark Rosateen—Belasco. Her honor, the Mare of Ireland. Dear Brutus—Empire. mean, might have been? East Is West—Astor. Chinks. Forever Arrer—Playhouse. Conscious or unconscious, Alice Brady loves him. Salvation Street. Leg- What do you Winks and Frienpty Enemres—Hudson. Mann- Bernard bull fight. Goop Morninc, Jupce—Shubert. He's a case himself. I Love You—Boo Jest, Tue—Plym La, La, Luctre!—Henry match the balmy weather. Licutnin’—Gaiety. Everything comes to him who takes things easy. Bringing up Cupid. Art with innards Miller. To Listen, Lester—Knickerbocker. Tink- ling frilldom. Litre Journey, A—Vanderbilt. Pull- man pilgrimage. Mivnicut !Wrirt—Century Grove. Eleventh hour excitement. Monte Cristo, Jr.—Winter Garden Bookish belles. Prease Get Marrtep—Fulton. The pursuit of privacy. Pretry Sortr—Morosco. Also frisky. Roya Vacanonp, Tue—Cohan & Har- ris. Overthrowing the old régime in kingdoms and comic operas. Scanpats or 1919—Liberty. stunts and shimmyings. Sue’s a Goon Fetrow—Globe—Man- maid merriment amid authentic lassies. Somepopy’s SweetHEART—Central. Se- ductive difficulties of best-manning it in Seville. Some Tiwe—Casino. Philosopher Ed Wynn contemplates human frailties. pretty Summer Taxe Ir From Me—ggth Street. The new science of business, or replacing toil with Terpsichore. Witty tinkering by a clever wedlocksmith. East—Broadhurst. Miss Crothers’ boarding-house party. Turee Faces East—Longacre.’ Secret’s on you, Violet! Turee Wise Foots—Criterion. They feed out of her wan and wistful hand. Tosy’s Bow—Comedy. Novelist Trevor takes on a fair collaborator. Toor Sweer—Nora Bayes. nonsense from overseas. 39, Informal oh, give me back the chemise. Vetvet Lapy, THe—New Amsterdam Georgia O’Ramey and other jewels set in music. Woman 1x Room 13, Tue—Repudl She’s a woman with a past husband Ziecreip Frotic—Cocoanut Grove. M- terdinner kickers The Maiden’s Memory By La Tovene Haxcock ER memory was excellent, ‘tis true, For you Could question her from time to time on what The plot Of some “best seller” just brought out might be And she Would answer quite correctly, for she read In bed, On cars, and in the office, when she could; And should She see a serial in a magazine. So keen Was her delight that month by month she'd pore O'er four Or five, or half a dozen, and not mix The six! ‘Twas wonderful! and yet, and yet, ‘twas sad! Too bad, She couldn't recollect one thing she ought, So fraught With these indifferent tritles was her brain. In vain She tried to blend the rubbish with some good Brain food. The two would not agree, but still she boasts That hosts who have greater wit than she, May’ Can't recollect the things she’s able to; A view Which makes one say, considering the leaaven— “Thank heaven!” Of people, Drawn ty Wrxs Howe Gapisin—On the port bow—bar ahead! Soldier— it’s the best cows I'ge based a ong nes? comicbooks.com