Judge — August 27, 1927 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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Aint that \ srawd a G Here is the Shower-Slot Judging the Shows (Continued from page 18) The sketches are the work of J. P. McEvoy, who has confected some droll stuff in the past. But the skits on this occasion are for the most part feeble. They begin promisingly but collapse before the finish. There is, however, one exception, a sketch lampoonin the operation of a movie palace: There is a share of tonic humor in this one. The tunes by the Messrs. ig and Myers are the conventional imitative Broadway melodies, and the lyrics by Dr. Robin are about as’ bad as they come. Some of the titles of the songs are: “My Star of 5 “What Did William All My Life,” and “Doin’ the Gorilla.” Among the per- formers are Evelyn Bennett, a danseuse who might reduce to wsthetic profit; Charles Butter- worth, who amusing in “Americana” but who is a sorry figure here; a gent calling himself Valodia Vestoff, who dances; one of the pretty little Fairbanks twins who should be told not to sing; Victor Moore, reviving his hoary elocution act; Lon Hascall, Bobby Watson and Esther How- ard. The only really amusing feature of the regular bill, aside from the movie skit alluded to, is a team of acrobatic clowns, the MM. Herman and Seamon. There was | |) Tm roasting, (Bury up Next sist’ Hey there LC step \laydtee lively BAB kid { u Ne, i -Machine for hot corners. are periodic attempts to pop the customers’ interest with sug- gestiveness, but the attempts hardly come off. What is to be done about the revue form, I don’t know, but that something will have to be done soon, I do know. These endless repetitions of the long- stale formula have got to the point where an audience begins to gag half an hour after the pro- ceedings start. Yet the average producer appears to imagine that t f “Hallo, Jones. an still enchant his custom- he simply causes the chorus to walk around in some newly complex w: No further effort is made toward originality. There are the same old skits built around the same old Elks’ Club wheezes, the same old hoofers who touch the backs of their heads with their toes, the same old spectacular numbers with the hussies in tights posed on pedestals, the same old varia- tions of the Black Bottom, the same old idiotic yells at the con- clusion of ensemble numbers. No wonder the speculators are at last willing to charge only a fifty- cent advance on the price of tickets ! She—I think Jean is as pretty as she be. He—Well, arent’ most girls? —Everysopy’s WEEKLY His shipmates watched the sailor putting a blank sheet of paper in an envelope he had ad- dressed to his wife. “What's that for?” they asked. “Well, me an’ th’ missus ’ad a row just afore I come aboard, an’ we ain’t on speakin’ terms! —Tir Bits We call her “Marigold.” because that’s what she’s tryin’ to do. Judge pays $5 for each one printed That’s a neat little car you’re wearing.” —Hvmortst comicbooks.com