Judge — September 5, 1925 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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same ee ti Lucxy Breax” is the work of a playwright who evidently believes that anyone can write a George M. Cohan play. Like any num- ber of other playwrights, the present one, the Mlle. Zelda Sears, seems to think that all one has to do to achieve a Cohan play is to trot out a troupe of paupers in the first act and convert them into creatures of high prosperity in the last, interrupting the pro- ceedings now and then with a half-witted fat boy comedian and a wistful song about the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Unfortunately for La Sears and her fellow believers, however, a Cohan play isn’t quite so easy as all that. Cohan happens to have a sense of character and a nose More 7%: Beeor e ‘ Jea' “IF You KNOW SO MUCH ABOUT GRAMMAR WHAT ARE PAUSES 2° "EASY—THEY GROW ON CATSIN EXER DRINK CHICKEN presumably and all the MM Nex | | \~adl 9 ey { yi 4 Zz _—~ f] E/ 1 Sao ease PRES BEOUSE SUE Cane- CSR t AVIONE ElSe IN THE CASl/” lyse TWAT —CACKEN SONG DRINK AND OU Lay Y/7 for the humors of life that his imitators lack. And as a result their imitations of him are gener- ally pretty dolorous affairs. La Sears not only imitates the estimable Giorgio; she imitates as well all the imitators of the aforesaid estimable _ Giorgio. Thus, we sit before the moss- grown parade of the run-down little hotel that blossoms forth as a veritable Ritz along toward final curtain time, the seedy characters of Act 1 who turn out in nobby Kuppenheimer swallowtails and plug hats just before the eleven o'clock choo-choo is due to take the customers back to Kew Gardens, the shrewd trick where- by the hero gets the better of the villain in a business deal, the mother who was disappointed in her own career and works that her daughter may succeed where she herself failed, the un- suspected streaks of kind- ness brought to light in GN, GINA, ill-natured men and women, the low- comedy servant girl, the struggling young artist, other venerable hokum physics of Broadway. Here and there, the latest impresario of these ancient materials has contrived to dredge up a laugh or so, but the bulk of the evening is as familiar as a shoe drummer on short acquaintance. There is a further point about the Sears exhibit that I want to register acomplaint about. As in the case of “Tt All Depends” (to be lectured on anon), the hero is a man of forty to whom every once in a while someone alludes as an old and decrepit fellow in the last stages of senility. Just (Continued on page 30) — comicbooks.com