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- An eccentric dancer in an August revue dies and goes to hell. MR. COHAN HAS THE OPENERS find upon getting ion in Europe ad rest but ‘ohan has gone and opened What with my dinner jacket. being. still held up by the Customs’ officials as. smelling of more than the statutory of one per cent. of alcohol, it is no thing nat po T ack from i nd in need that r up the theatrical season on me! for George Cohan to have done. One might expect it from William A, Brady, who for ten or fifteen years now has been opening up the season before the last. one has ended and who, having thus killed Acton Davies and Louis V. Defoe, is apparently determined to get rid of the rest of us if only Owen Davis, the old set of scenery and Stam- ford, Conn., can hold out Y But George Cohan isn’t, would put it, that kind o! for many that he current: New York dramatic critics are dead already and that there's no use bothering to kill) them all in. Why he should begin producing plays early in’ July—except, of course, that he ‘usually makes a pot of money do- ing so-—is) something Tam = not yet sufficiently rested up to figure out. The play that Mr. Cohan has posed against. Mr. Charles Darnton’s health, Mr. Heywood Broun’s weak — heart, Mr. Kelcey Allen’s uric acid, Mr. Robert C, Benchley’s hay fever, Mr. John Cor- a little guy, chief one being is firmly convinced that all the reasons — the over hin's summer complaint and. the rest of the reviewers’ nervous exhaustion from overwork is Vincent — Lawrence's “Two Bellows and a Girl” Or, more accurately, was Vincent Lawrence's “Two Fellows and a Girl’ for Mr. Cohan has rewritten the manuscript until little remains of the original, if my spy No. 312 \ is to be believed, save one handshake, two door slammings and three commas. The play that a manager usually selects to open the season is usually either the play in which the prim w husband of his ¢ fatuation for the hy taking six can-can and Act IL or cures. her nt gayness and in- ose Parisian danseuse cocktails, dancing the the chauffeur) in in which the aged kissing the play by George Jean Nathan capitalist. is eventually found to have been murde by the actor whose name in the cast of ch sis way down near the line saying that only Mason and Hamlin pianos are used in this theater. Mr. Cohan has been revolu- tionary in changing the existing order of things and produced instead a comedy that, for all its intrinsic boobish- ness and crudity, cor stuff. The story of two hand-holders and a maid and of the solution of their innocent affairs of the heart, the play is a thre id-take on the part o! we M. ( with Since to be identifi wrote that London!” mor ns some amusing wmered giv a trio of Ges ge names. I Las the idiot who last year Mr. “So This Is probably wouldn't run- for than a few weeks, [ wish to take ho more chances and so this vear write th Two Fellows and a Girl” will probably run at least five years. ‘The company has in it Ruth Shepley, who gives a fair performance of the réle of the sought-after potato; John ANY Cohan’s sweet Halliday, who appears to. believe that the best. way to point a speech is to lop his straw hat with his right fist: Alan Dinchart, who is droll as the jilted hea and Caliborne Foster, who is able ina June Walker part. very agre “Tue *ASHIONS OF review to the house by a rgin of three weeks. Fifteen minutes r the first curtain went up Mr. Cain wan Two years ago. the at Hed fashion parade that Mr. Alexander Loeft- witch, who put on the present exhibit, ingeniously hit’ upon the novelty of ight times as sick by produc- containing eight) fashion very ten minutes after some 1 finished a little moonbeam of love or red, red rose, the curtains would be pulled apart and down the flight of steps, up stage would slowly troop a dozen damsels as reg many shoes and dressed up like so many Jewish lawn fetes, EF would then in’ turn ‘beats: this feeding his horses oats. theate of shows con ing public so sick ining a so-~« urades. one he about toward the footlights, wly revolve and display the charms of her hinterl to the audience, and undulate up st again, there to drape herself with exquisite abandon tinst a convenient pillar or palm pot. Lhe warning to the police that the next time Lam invited to review a and they trot out one of these fashion parades, [am going to call in the New York Ethiopi: branch of the Ku Klux the producer lynched. XY BIVE music show 1 Klan and have 1 HE New Winter Garden entert ment, “The Passing Show of 19% has a second act with lot of funny material in it. There is a very laughable skit, modeled after. one) by Edward His. acted the Lambs’ Club) some } ago, Wherein a young man seated ina stage boy translates for the benefit of his old) Yiddish mother the action being done on diverting mbles one familiar rs wherein a drunk ving on on the stage then in’ threes and And there is) Phil of a risqué French play the stage. There is skit t closely re to London theat sees every thi at first, doub! finally in’ fours. Baker with his moron plant in the s box. Baker is as vulgar as an old Police Gazette cover, but he manages to get some healthy langhs none the less. The first act is not up to the mark of the second, which is) in respects as many xd pastime as anything the Winter rden has disclosed in some — time The costumes are in better taste and more beautiful than in the three previous shows. [tis still in the Winte deniably — «¢ the rule to smoke Garden, despite my un- rquent printed against mnents in this place last April. The Shuberts remain adamant. [have sent my four little daughters to plead with them T have 1 black hand letters sent to them: TE have even subtly approached Mr. Lee Shubert on the street, shaken hands affably with him, and told him how well he was looking. But it hasn't done a blamed bit of good. There is Dut one thing left to do. I shall petition Congress. comicbooks.com