Judge — July 25, 1925 — page 32: what you’re looking at

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Aces Docror—Now take a deep breath and say ninety-nine three times. i | ' | Tue Hustter—Two hundred and ninety-seven. —Passina SHOW Art on the Bowery (Continued from page 16) father drives her out into the cold, our friend, the wop, bawls as no child has ever bawled for Castoria and if the hero neatly baffles the villain, our friend’s joy is akin to that of a doctor during a smallpox epidemic. On the night .I explored the Bowery, one of the Chinese theaters was showing a Chinese drama and the other a Chinese opera. I de- cided to see the former first. After a half hour’s stay in the theater, I bethought me the opera might be more to my taste, and I made to take my departure. On reaching the door, the manager was solicitous as to the reason for my leaving. “I wish to go down to the other Chinese theater and see the opera,” I told him. He gave me a pained look. “But - this is the opera!” he exclaimed. tii i IR It appears that a Chinese opera consists of a character who sits at stage center and recites what seems to be the Chinese equivalent of “Curfew Shall Not Ring To-night,” while three Chinese gents in shirt. sleeves sit at stage right and pound, respectively, on a board, a lead pipe and an empty Campbell’s soup can, So I went to one of the Yiddish theaters, The play of the evening, I was told by an attendant stationed on the sidewalk, was a Yiddish classic known as “His Mother’s Son” or “His Son’s Mother’; the attendant didn’t seem to be sure which. When I came out of the theater at the end of the act, I asked him again. He told me it was “Her Daughter's Father.” Just what the exhibit, whatever it was, was about, I fear that I shall be unable to tell you. So far as I could make out from what I saw of it, it seemed to con- cern an aristocratic old Hebrew family, the son of which promenaded the costly drawing-room elegantly outfitted in plus-fours and made love to a young woman dressed as a Red Cross nurse without the cross. Just before the curtain fell on the act, an old man tottered into the draw- ing-room and gave the son a loud box on the ear, whereupon the girl dressed as a nurse fainted. I assume that the play was a sad one, as con- siderable sniffing on the part of the audience reached my ears. At the Italian theater, my next stop, a popular melodrama was going on. The popular Italian melo- dramas are all very much alike. When the hero isn’t busy getting down on his knees and praying to The twins make irreverent use of father’s Oxford trousers. comicbooks.com