Judge — April 17, 1926 — page 32: what you’re looking at

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

“Saturday Night” By Kernan A new Boy and Dog picture, which will be enthusiastically received Printed graver's original plates on Heavy A 334 x 11% inches, Prints will be carefully pac and sent postpaid upon receip' 35 cents each we are sure, rom the rt Mat hed t of ART PRINTS Prices Reduced “Oh, Mama!” By R. B. Futer A new child picture that has a very strong maternal appeal. Printed in four colors from the original plates on heavy Art Mat, size 1] x 14 inches. Prints will be carefully pac hed and sent postpaid upon receipt of 35 cents each OTHER ART PRINTS “Raising the Standards of M Comedy”. “The Sea Hawk" “Have a Look at Venus" “Hasn't Scratched Yet"’ “Tee for Two" “The Busybody’ “Be Yourself” “Sea-Saw” he Old Army Game" “The Curse of Drink" JUDGE usical ART PRINT DEPARTMENT 627 West 43d Street New THE FIRST JOKE “Who was that lady I seen you with. Judging the Shows (Continued from page 18) “Easter” may be Art—to idiots who believe that Strindberg at his worst is still a considerable artist— but to every one else it is simply a dambad play and one guaranteed to send one off into a sound snore before the first of its three acts is over. I do not like superlatives, but it may safely be said that no such theatrical evening has been sold to the local customers since roses were last passed over the footlights to the Cherry Sisters. iil Att Franz Werfel’s “Schweiger” I shall have to defer a review until I get a report from the Burns Detective Agency. After the play was over I called the latter up and commissioned it to find out for me just what the thing was about. It has been on the job for more than a week now, but informs me that it is as far from a solution of the mystery as it was when it began. Werfel, as you know, is the author of “Goat Song,” which the Guild did afew months ago. ‘Goat Song” was no A. B. C. either, but beside “Schweiger” it was as clear as West 186th street at three o’clock in the morning. This second play runs Strindberg’s “Spook Sonata” a close race for the mystification stakes. Just as you begin patting yourself on the back that you are understanding what it is driving at, it places its symbolic thumb against its nose and fools you. It is true that Werfel is something of a genius, but it may rightfully be demanded even of genius that it re once in a while. In us into its ecret over all you know about it is what you knew about it before the curtain went up. There are a few intelligible touches of beauty in it, but for the most part it chases its own tail in a dizzy circ Jacob Ben-Ami and Ann Harding head the cast. The former still acts like a spiritual Morris Gest. The latter contributes the best perform- ance she has given since first she entered the theater and had her lovely blonde hair mistaken for histrionic virtuosity by certain of my estimable, if susceptible, confréres. i sae Mrs. Buyer—How much is_ this hat? Shop Assistant—It’s $10 cash. “And how much by installments?” “It’s $15—$10 down and $1 a week for five weeks.” The Continent (Chicago) comicbooks.com