Judge — October 30, 1926 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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Mother—I think you'd be happier, Doreen, if you married a man with less money. Doreen Judging the Shows (Continued from page 18) is good enough as a romantic musical show, but it is nowhere near the native opera that it claims to be. It ™ | ne Immorran Tuer.” by Tom Barry, gives everybody a bad time but Mr. Walter Hampden. To Hampden it gives the cherished mummer opportunity of displaying his naked calves, parading about the stage in Imre Kiralfy regalia, making rhetorical love to a sweet one bending over a moonlit balcony, showing his muscle to the lesser and less well- developed males in the cast. issuing divers sardonic horselaughs to the characters who offer him combat and winding up in a blaze of glory, after three hours of evil and nefarious doings, by being converted to Chris- tianity. The 1 guessed, is terpiece, as you have a semi-hiblical dingus, and is laid in Jerusalem during the reign of Tiberius Caesar when first’ the news of the Nazarene traveled through the hushed land. As in all such affairs, the second act discloses run tob Don't worry, Mother; Gerald will soon have less. Humorist the usual hoochie-coochie dancers and the usual scene in the sporting house. without which no play dealing with biblical times and heartily endorsed by the clergy is complete. Mr. Hampden has the time of his life with a lot of deep-throated elocution that means nothing. In connection with the acting of the supporting troupe, [ can’t resist quoting this eulogy of Mr. Cecil Yapp in the New York World. “Mr. Yapp is. by the exigencies of the author's imagination, compelled to embody the immortal thief’s evil past, in which role he must do a great ~ \WUNNYBOWES, When a husband falls from grace it ix generally through a little miss \ understanding. . —\ y, \ “audge pays 85 fer each one printed J deal stomach, pausing from time to time to emit a mirthless laugh. Only Mr. Yapp’s skill prevented phenomena with of crawling on his considerable these recurrent from being something akin to Just why it requires con- histrionic skill for a cabot to crawl around on his stomach and greeted levity.” siderable periodically give vent to a cackle is not clear tom With no more act- ing experience than that gained at the age of eight in the family barn, I stand willing and ready to duplicate Mr. Yapp's # vided some one will guarantee that all the splinters have from the floor. sal performace, pro- been removed IV Tre ar Em Rovcu™ isa stale and mushy comedy by the Hattons. It is not worth reviewing. cre He Who is that handsome bos with the cropped head? She—That's my cousin, Betty. “And the blonde man with the monocle?” “That's my younger sister, Lu.” embarrassed, “So I suppose the other young man in th dinner jacket is your elder siste “No, that’s my: grandmother!” Fliegende Blaetter (Munich) Laughing but in “The Lady of Lyons”? Actor TV think so. Hye done a good many landlords in my time. Passing Show comicbooks.com