Judge — July 10, 1926 — page 31: what you’re looking at

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Judging the Shows (Continued from page 17) enormously tiresome. Only at in- tervals is there a glimmer of the spirit of the admirable entertainment which they offered last year. The whole thing is strained, forced and very largely imitative. There is even a number in which the chorus girls are driven around the stage with reins, pony fashion. A depression seems to have settled upon the entire troupe, Albert Carroll included. Last year, Carroll did wonders to lift the show; this year, he collapses. After all, for all that we reviewers say, mere beauty of costume and ene is not a bad thing for a music show to have, at least when it has little else. White’s show has it. If the “Scandals” hasn't wit, it has, at any rate, a color loveliness; if it hasn't originality, it has, at any rate, good-looking women: and if it hasn't anything much in the way of tunes, it has, at any rate, some very profi- cient dancing. The ™ ud Street Follies” hasn't these things to fall back upon, for these things take money. The Neighborhood show _ relies upon so many stencils on this ocea- sion that one wonders what has hap- pened to Miss Agnes Morgan, who was responsible for last year’s good work. From the stale Irving Berlin- Western Union wheeze to the familiar Beatrice Lillie imitation, the show travels rusty tracks. This time, the “Garrick ities has the upper hand on the folk downtown. This time, White has the upper hand on both of them, A Tragic Discovery The front door banged! Rushing to the front room window, she watched her husband close the garden gate and walk toward his club. Trembling within every limb with a peculiar sense of expectancy, she left the room and entered his study. Yes, his coat was there, hanging from a peg on the inside of the door. Quickly she searched the pockets and with a cry of anguish she found what she had dreaded, but yet fully expected. It was the telltale letter—the en- velope addressed in an unmistakable feminine hand—oh, the brute! to deceive her like this. She could never believe him again —and to think that she had trusted him—oh, what a fool she had been. With a sudden resolve she decided to act. Rushing up into her bed- KELLY FLEXIBLE room she donned her hat and coat and then left: the house. Her mind was made up-—she would put up with his deceit no longer—in future she would post her letters. her- Passing Show “Is the guv’nor in?” “Yes, sir. What name?” “Le . “Sorry, sir, but my instructions are, that if you ¢ throw you out.” Sweet Young Thing (coming in with attentive partner from whist drive)—Oh, mother, 've just. cap- tured the booby! “Well, well! Come here and kiss me, both of you.” Answers I was to Pa Show e9 comicbooks.com