Judge — July 19, 1924 — page 21: what you’re looking at

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

“Can you swim?” “Oh, well enough to be rescued!” HE Bive Banpanna,” by Hubert Osborne, is one of those whang- doodles in which the star actor plays the dual réle of a clubman and a crook, each of whom bears such a striking resem- blance to the other that no one—except everyone in the audience and the actors on the stage, who have difficulty in keep- ing themselves from laughing out loud— can tell them apart. In order properly to enjoy such a play, one must say to one’s self, after the tenth highball: “I must now cunningly hornswoggle myself into believing that I shall be unable to distinguish the one character from the other despite the fact that, so far as my ve and ear make out, they are as plainly differentiated the one from the other as a glass of beer and a zebra.” Personally, I happen to be one of those unfortunate fellows who isn’t able to turn the trick, so I am unable to get the same pleasure out of such entertain- ments that my more gifted associates do. I am sorry about it. I'd like to have a great time thrilling to the situation in which the fashionable clubman is mis- taken by the heroine for the crook simply because he wears a cap instead of an Alpine hat and pronounces “girl” “goil,” but it apparently is beyond my humble talents. Instead of getting the thrill I'd like to get, I get only a feeling that there are two damn fools around the place, the heroine being one of them and yours truly being the other. For when management sends me tickets to re such a dingus and, having no way of knowing its nature in advance, I dutifully go around to review it, I always look around in embarrassment after the first act to see if anyone I respect and who has any respect for me is in the house. So the 19 far, however, I have had no need for worry. I haven't been caught. OMETHING Called “Shooting Shadows,” by the Messrs. Carlton and Manley, opened up the other night. I sat through about an act and a half of it. I then left the theater, went to the nearest Western Union’ Office and sent a telegram to the editor of this periodical demanding that he double my salary or else for once and all of the duty of any more of these so-called mystery plays. As my substitute on such occasions, I have nominated Giacomo young colored office boy. ‘omo is the perfect person for the job. In the first place, he is light enough to pass for a K lieve me sewing johnson, the ian, and hence will not embarrass er management. “Shooting Shadows” stuff. is pretty awful I decline to review it comicbooks.com