Judge — April 17, 1920 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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Wrisam Hi. Warner as Henry VII1, Miss Frorence Farce as Madame Salvolio, a medium, . dD. Wiruiams as Mr. Salte in “The oWV i ters.” A Dutch Treat-y Piece By Pexrivon Maxwent REAT jokes from little popcorns grow. Out of a mild jest one of the unique clubs of America has evolved into a solid and worth-while inst ‘Treat Club’ of earnest drinkers and lunch conr ut the noon hour t ) foregathered mians (in the best se change ideals and magazine shop-talk om for the fellow with the the cu ost money to “blow” the crowd. As with most injustices, however subtle, this procedure was eventually seen to be all wrong: it gave the blow- er too much undeserved prestige. The upshot was the Dutch Treat plan every one his own paying-teller. All this was thirteen years ago and in New York. ‘Today the Dutch Treat Club numbers in its fellowship the best brains in the art and literary “world of Manhattan.” Once a year this club presents an entertainment for its members and their guests. This year the Dutch treatment rose to the heights of a real “show.” Something was to be “pulled off” that would make the ordinary Broadway production look like a Bowery nickelodeon. And it happened just that way. Two short plays and a musical revue constituted the program, and the greatest of these was the revue—“The Old Visiters.” The book was by Fred Dayton and Rea Irvin, the music by Arthur Samuels, the lyrics by Rea Irvin. Fred Dayton and Berton Braley. Can you imagine an operetta given Imost self-explan, ory tution. The "Dutch ittle g seurs, ll bohe up ex Being idealists, it was “James Montcomery Fracc as dbraham L If Mr. McAdoo become insure four more years of a on, by Mr. Wilson for Mr Fry Daisy Ashford—(M dame Salvolio’s con vol)—“Ienrywants to see some one Did any one ask for Henry? Can it be Ford — no, no, no! It is Henry the Eighth!” by and for financial magnates and industrial captains in which the pnncipals were John D. Rockefeller. J. P. Morgan, Bernard Baruch and Charles M. Schwab, and the sweetly singing chorus people such men as Frank A. Vanderlip, Herbert Hoover Outo Kahn, Henry P. Davison, Paul M. Warburg, and other millionaires? The thrill that would shimmic Wall Street out of its surface insouciance would be the tail-end of a ripple com pared to the high pressure interest evoked by “The Old Visiters” when presented for the first (and last) time n any stage in Delmonico’s big ball room on the night of March roth last. Think of Rupert Hughes, well-known novelist, with false mutton-chop whis- kers, a velveteen jacket and a monocle that actually stayed put, warbling a nonsense rhyme in the character of WS. Gilbert of Gilbert and Sullivan fame; think of Orson Lowell, the best pen and ink technician in the world today, arrayed in the garb of George Washington 1 looking more like Washington than the Father of His Country ever dared look like himself, but saying things which never entered the head of the first President; and Rea Irvin, clever draughtsman ar art-editor, wobbling about the stage and thickly praising booze because he was impersonating (and admirably) John Barleycorn; and Arthur Craw ford (the “plus A. C..” who furnishes ideas to artists who draw better than they cerebrate) a lank figure in close- fitting purple and a well-laundered white beard to his knees, and purport- (Continued on page 0) the next Presiden: nent of NM Ove Wils comicbooks.com