Judge — September 9, 1922 — page 19: what you’re looking at

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George Jean Nathan’s Theater Page Three More Gems I fo be nasty about it and spoil HATE I Mr. but I to do it. Tn the: se Woman Who Laughed” —that, is the name of it—the husband finds that. while they have been asleep. his wife has tied him and his inamorata together upon a sofa. He must loosen his bonds, but how? Ha, he his penknife! The — wife, to the right, lets ont a sardonic She removed it from his poe Whereupon, with a) groan. of defeat. the lusband resigns himself to: his fate. He knows that if he could but get ont of the rope that encircles him, he might set matters right. and bring down the en o'clock curtain an hour a of schedule. But, alas, there is ne he believes—-that) he can do. baffled. he ceases struggling. Here is where my nastiness comes in. Here is where T get the husband out of his rope at exactly nine-thirty and thus, to Mr. Loe ke s discomfiture, the show so that everye ean be in bed by ten o'clock ibly avoiding the con- founded taxicab jam at the usual theater closing time. So, to business! In the first act—unless my eyes on the opening night deceived me—the husband light cigarette and — the places the hes back into his pocket. Let him recall them half an hour Jat One of them, while his wife isn’t looking, will burn the rope in two, set him free, and so save a whole extra As Tsay, I don’t like to be mean about it, but constructive criticism is constructive criticism. Mr. Locke's opus is otherwise about a wife who detects her spouse in flagrante delicto with her stepsister, drugs the evil pair, straps them together, and then enjoys herself hugely for the rest of the evening by making sassy remarks at them and punctuating the latter with raucous guffaws 4 /a Gaspard in “The Chimes of . In the end, of course, the pie, the naughty and all a, ejacula thre snicker. And, husband eats humble spsister is shooed out, »ne—save possibly in the bo: Miss Martha Hedman is the tured chuckler, and acts with all the verve office. bottle of Vichy Celestins. Miss Gilda Leary is the siren. Mr. William H. Powell has the role of the man who for- gets the matches, but gives a creditable performance none the less. II YEM N is the joint conf A Mr. Henry Hull and Mr. Osmun and bears the name What we engage here is the old wet one about the poor but virtuous gal who holds out until ten minutes of md is rewarded for her pains with a legacy 1,000,000 and with the person of the member of the Lambs’ Club who occupies the leading male réle. 1 have now seen this play four hindred and en times, I got so that five after the first curtain goes up. 1 te the speeches three jumps ahead of the actors. Onee ina while, of course J make a mistake in reciting a speech that is a lot better than the on few moments later deli neral thing Tam able to play the pretty ‘tly. T know to a mome when the heroine's pale girl chum, lying in the next room, will n coughing and when the heroine, with a sad look in that dire will ruminate wistfully on the possil of getting cnough money some- where to send her to the country where God's fresh air and the cool green of earth and the birds and the flowers will bri rg her back to health again, And I know to the second when the door bell ‘will ring and when Sir dames Arbuthnot, Bart., will come in, will ask which of the cast is Little Mignon, will thereupon lay his chamois gloves and stick upon the piano, and will announce that through the death of his old chum, her uncle Fother- gill, she is the heir to the great O; Ranch and a couple of billion dollars. hattan” sticks closely to form. Little Mignon, the member of the Lambs” Club, Sir James and uncle are all once again on tap and obediently go through the venerable re-covered paper hoops. The company includes Mr. Norman Trevor, Miss Hilda Spong and Miss Marguerite Maxwell. 7! production marks the first effort of Mr. John Crom- well. Max Reinhardt still occupies his old position. “ver leaving her seven minut can re Ill ror the last six or seven years they have been trying to devise some means motion pictures and of combining the Ww entertainment—as_ if popular dramatic speaking, weren't the latter, generally had enough ady. The latest attempt hears the name “Lights Out.” This “Lights Out.” the work of the Messrs. Dickey and Page, tells the tale of a scenario writer who falls in with a troupe of crooks and util the underworld in- formation derived from them for purposes of the sercen, TH turns ont that the chief cleganto has been involved in the r of the bank presided over by the papa of the scenario write nd has sought the ‘nas an implement. of revenge against an erstwhile colleague who has done him dirt. After a middle act, composed of the usual complications, the proceedings culminate in the. stere- otyped bunny hug. Into this fabric ght the einen with a more or less anticipated result t is neither moving pictures nor. drat The efforts at comedy are sweaty and, save for ¢ musing mute character and two rathe thy laughs, the evening passes hei Fhe play gives the im- pression of having been fashioned from at popt ine the odds being that it was one out of Munsey’s. The role of the scenario writer is handled by Mr. Robert Ames, a young actor of talent who on this occasion gives not the slightest indication it, Miss Beatrice Noyes plays a crook siren in a gown t measurably more Gallic than the acce which she periodically employs. Others in the company are Mr, Felix. Krembs as the stellar criminal and an actor named Gordon, hitherto unknown to me, who is very good in a minor role. »bery SSM on is Dre story, ttt Rich Dad money? Rich Dad (grimly)—Exactly. tt What's that awful racket down My son is a writer, You mean he writes for Wifey stairs? Hubby—Sounds like a fight, doesn’t it? The Joneses must have decided again that they can’t live without each other. at A well-known osteopath says that. the of the modern flapper. is almost spine So far as we can see (and we can per see pretty far) it is. comicbooks.com