Judge — August 29, 1925 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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im oe Lavrie—Paace MY BoitER WAS + KLLED BY ARUSK OF rrstei W)* Lawrence, is another of those plays in which the heroine hates the hero like poison until about quarter of eleven, at which time the hero grabs her and kisses her in such a way that she can resist him no longer and falls into his arms. I have long specu- lated just what there was about such kisses that made women unable to withstand their impresarios. For years now I have been going to plays and seeing erstwhile adamant women promptly capitulate to men when the latter have kissed them like the hero of the Lawrence play. No sooner has the aforesaid hero glucd his lips to those of the heroine than she takes a step backward, gazes at him with an immense admiration and projects herself at once into his lov- ing embrace, where only a minute before she had shouted at him that ‘St Fever,” by Vincent “Epo, . \ . Wad Supe 7H €60 Docent Work RiGHT!: *VEetb AFTER te AGT RACE if he so much as touched her she would yell for the police. It is all very mysterious to me. I have asked some of the best and most widely kissed women of America to let me into the secret, but the girls say that they don’t know what it is. In real life, if a woman hates a man and he grabs her and kisses her ‘the way the average man drinks a seidel of Pilsner, she hauls off and hands him one. But on the stage, she is his forever. Playwrights must know something about the art of kissing that the rest of us fellows are ignor- ant of. Just what “Spring Fever” was like when Lawrence first wrote it I don’t know. But if it was like the play that I saw the other evening in the Maxine Elliott Theater, I am a greater Charleston dancer than Charles Evans Hughes. That some one—perhaps Lawrence himself— Aly Yo CAN WANE- if OPERATED onl! was persuaded to monkey with it appears certain. As it stands, it shows little of the dexterity and wit that Lawrence has indicated in other of his plays. It is a straight attempt to bang the box-office with Broad- way hokum. It has some good laughs; it has a periodic trace of Lawrence's former adroitness; but on the whole it is obvious trade- goods. The theme is golf. This is a very touchy subject for me to handle ironically in Jupcr, as the chief MTS &llan m/f owner of this magazine is one of the all-firedest golf fiends I have ever encountered. He eats, sleeps, smokes and talks golf. The fellow would rather play golf than shake hands with President Coolidge, gct an old-time cocktail for fifteen cents or elope with Peggy Joyce. In fact, golf is his dish. As for me, I'd ex- change all the golf links in the world for one good bottle of Holland lager, but this is no place to say it in. Not with a cold winter coming on and (Continued on page 28) comicbooks.com