Judge — March 13, 1920 — page 25: what you’re looking at

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Drawn by Hewes Passive OUNTED upon what Was once a bar—its polished facade lacking By only theiron foot rail-—sit the Bearded Lady, the Human Skeleton, the Three-Legged Man, and othe asees Lawrox Mackati curi natured, but conscious of his social inferiority, the Sicilian three. d man, responding to the skeleton’s toppy banter with sly kicks with the extra limb. Next, the old philose- pher with no legs at all, but a s; for one of the — pair of feet where his side pockets ought to be—the alcoholic landmarks of New York’s theatre district has smiling sage of the show, with his seasoned jokes about been metamorphosed into a Museum. “a strange w Hither in the pre-Bevo era, before the sad 16th of on his lap.” January,came thirsty actors and between-the- acters for liquid kick. At recess times at the nearby Globe and Central Theatres, the boys would sally forth, door-checks in hand, and drift into this dispensary. Many a furtive male escort played hookey thither for brief but moist moments, under pretext of a smoke. Now the boys linger in the theatre lobbies, and the saloon is a side show. Feeling our responsibility to report on whatever of nificance is staged on Bro. n though the in this case is less Thespian than Bacchic, we squandered our twenty-five cents (one used to pay as one came out) bumped through the spring door, and beheld the row of empedestaled Bad Breaks. ‘There was the mid yet lady, middle aged and bored. Next to her the girl with no bones below her shoulder, pink and painted, cuddled languidly on a cushion like a jellyfish, and with a high, drowsy voice. Next way, ments—how he had been a cowboy and then a judge, and was now as contented with his lot as any man living: chesty as he was chestless, happy as he was haggard, a geni ally superior scarecrow. Next to hin Photo by Davia & Sanferd ve Laurette ‘TayLow gem Wistrutty Exyjoy good- a Licwr Mowen 2s scenery troub! vivor of P.T. company of yrotesques. and weathercocks. As trayed by Harry Beresford. 8) ings is a most lovable crank. whole play is written around him and a pleasant play it is. John Drew, in Rupert Hughes's stight but scintillating comedy, “The Cat Bird.” y toend a man” and “never held a girl And next, the bearded lady, with hirsute like that of rd with obesity and ennui. And I the aged but ever spry Zip, the tiny-skulled negroid anomaly attired Biblical prophet, and simulation of a simian—a_ sur- Barnum’s stock What business has this Mu- seum of Unnatural History on Broadway? Business a-plenty The theatre-going crowd is keen for queer specimens. Only, in plays, they must be peculiar ina mellow way: odd solely in their turns of min habits of life. Mental rather than physical eccentrics. And so we have Rip Van Winkle, and Lightnin’, and (re- cently arrived) Sha the Cape Cod whittler of windmills the pitifully pompous human skeleton, his ) is a scientist-bug (technically an ecologist unbelievably bare bones clad in a dress suit. : in bagging trousers, who sizes up a wistful as he sat there chatting in the grand manner | | widow and a wild ingénue in the same way of his present emaciation and past achieve- he sizes up his fauna and flora—only he affixes them gently with epigrams instead of pins. and fails to re. men of all. next to the beautiful, Broadway relishes the bizarre. e that he is the drollest speci- comicbooks.com