Judge — March 6, 1920 — page 24: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Drawn by Hewes Paiwen EW YORK is a invented—landing in the mecea for tran- : : midst of the court of Louis sients. The | Pepful Pilgrimages. |} XIV. tn spite of the oddity jaunty out« of his twentieth century towner whe By Lawros Mack ti checked suit and Bernard- ian bulging waistcoat and breezes into the metropolis for a big time, basks in the bright lights till his excess profits shrink + making it that he hie himself back provinces while he is yet able—-this snap; should have a fellow feeling for the flocks of new musical shows that n Broadway Arriving with much ;rumpus and press-ayent blats about the “Zippi- est chorus ever seen,” the majority of these girlie and z jumbles shimmy desperately for a fortnight or a month and then subside in favor of succeeding “big hits.” The wonder about « f them is that they last as long as they ¢ And then, everyonce in a while, Two mighty good ones sailed in recently, carrying all before them. ‘They are “As You Were” y Night Boat.” As You Were” is the epic of one Wolsie Wagitestein, forger of a chain of St. Vitus Bakery Lunchrooms and purveyor of coal-tar pastry. This epic is not told in blank verse but it has, in the Egyptian scene, some almost blank costumes which are very telling. It nar rates niftily how this Wolae (Sam Bernard) returns home Ulysses-like from wanderings in quest of great- er glucose and slicker choco- late varnish, to find — his Penelope coquetting wit! Greenwich Village lizard. Ax Ki by name. She cajol him (and Irene Bordoni admirably equipped for ca- joling), but his suspicions make him restive (and when Sam Bernard is restive, he’s a not) At last, when he is beside himself, all himself, with jealousy, he transports said self out of his wife’ existence into the historic past by means of @ wondrous at a chemist-crank has o liabili the essential to journer break ov me omes a real show. busing round Dorokes, or tHE Ziecrewp Frouc, Suyry Hick Fax comic Swiss accent, the lace- ers receive him with elegant affability, de I’Enclos, the King’s little playmate Irene Bordoni again) graciously wheedles out of the baker a pretty wad of dough. So he beams and shells only to see her hand on the money to an impecuni- ous lover, a nincompoop who bears a startling resem- blance to At Ki the accursed. Disillusioned Wolfe escapes with another pill from his little box, this time landing at the court of Cleopatra. Here again, queenly sauty smiles propitiously, and all goes well till he is dished for the inevitable Mark Antony Ki Ki. His next stop on the pill-route is ‘Troy, where at Pariz person; and finally he reaches chistoric jungle, where he meets with the aborigi- nal triangle among monkeys. So, gulping his last pellet, he transports himself back to his home and discovers (it being now time for the happy ending) that his spouse adores him alone, and that the whole thing, including the trick pills, has been a scheme to make him jealous, so that Wolfe will spend more time with wifie. Less luxuriant to look upon but even more busy, is “The Night Boat.” Mr. Dilling- ham has the Hippodrome habit. The cast reads like that of a benefit performance Free Beer for Bolivia. here is Ada Lewis, of the klaxon voice, as the mother- in-law without fear or favor: Jack Hazzard, as her victim pretends to be a skipper. to skip away from home: Ernest ‘Torrence, as the tall Scotch; Louise Groody and Hal Skelly to simper and scamper; Hansford Wilson tc do his lazy acrobatic dancing; a pair of Spanish spin-abouts, nd a coon band and bag- pipers. The only Hippodrome feature lacking is the tank. trimmed cou and Ninon ‘a. n dupes him for th 1 whi Raises