Judge — December 25, 1926 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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: 1 | it Why not make use of the roads for advertising? Judging the Shows (Continued from page 19) character, only to dissolve the next instant into a creature of grease paint. This is not the fault of Miss Eames, who plays the rdle, but of the playwright. His grip on the pole of life is still too weak to fetch up out of the depths anything save a superficially glittering goldfish. It seems a pity that the Theater Guild, if it is at all sincere in its desire to do the work of American dramatists, doesn’t either find or stop rejecting the plays of such men as O'Neill, Kelly, Kearney, et al., instead of ex- pending its misdirected energies upon plays that might well be left to less important impresarios. Alfred Lunt’s performance of the réle of the Ned McCobb’s daugh- ter’s bootlegging brother-in-law is a distinctly humorous achievement. The fellow is an actor of parts. ill ‘scInE SorEL inaugurated her American season with a French John Drinkwater composition called “Maitresse de Roi,” by the MM. Aderer and Ephraim. It deals with the life and times of Du Barry, and it is dull, dull stuff. As for Madame, I have written of her so extensively in the past that I find, after lighting three cigars, I have not much more to say of her. She is a skillful actress; she has all the tricks at her beck and call; she knows how to use her voice; she wears costumes well; yet she lacks that peculiar quality that com- pels an interest in what she does. She is like a furnace enveloped by a cement wall; the heat is in her, but —London Opinion it doesn’t come out. I observed that certain of my confreres compare her with Bernhardt, though, true enough, to her disadvantage. She is no more properly to be compared with Bernhardt—whether to her dis- advantage or not—than Guffanti is to be compared with Mussolini. IV “ie Desert Sone” is the new Casino musical comedy. Rom- berg has written no less than three good melodies for it; it is well sung by Vivienne Segal and Robert Halli- day; it has some good low humor; and it is nicely put on. Its libretto is a dud. But there is enough in it otherwise to give you a pleasant theatrical evening. “T’m sorry I couldn’t come to yi “Dear me! Weren’t you the A new device for the telephone insures that a conversation is not overheard. What we want to know is who invented the device that so often insures that no conversation can be heard at all? —London Opinion Rad A society lady has had on an aver- age a fresh husband every two years. It is rumored that, although not a film star, she is to be offered the freedom of the city of Los Angeles. —Humorist SIe “Facism would never work in this country,” says a contemporary. No, all the politic’ would want to be Mussolini. —Passing Show rd Mother (to Bobby)—Surely you did something else but eat at the school treat? Bobbie—Yes, mummie. After tea we sang a hymn called, “We can sing, full though we be.” Mother learned later that the hymn selected had been, “Weak and sinful though we be.” —Dublin Sunday Independent DICZY ADELS They call her Venus, be- cause she’s not all there. Judge pays $5 for each one printed. ir party yesterday.” “Oh, why, of course I was! How stupid of me—I must have for- gotten!” —Humorist "ssc tacit | | | | | | comicbooks.com