Judge — January 28, 1928 — page 28: what you’re looking at

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L MAKE MISTAKES WE ALN AN' TREN — NG SKE “THOUGHT IT WAS HES HUSBAND. ) == yeh A MIN te 4, 4 (CE CRE Aang “VE & hee (Poor MAMMA ONE AND HER LITTLE ONES. —o—— [READING T. PReavine From LEFT TE RIGHT —o—_ WHERE HAVE ISEEN THAT_EACE Wi time a wi YeS, AND. THERE ARE “HE BAND “WinS, BIG HAND AND LITTLE HAND. “THEy ARE GREAT FALS. ALWAYS GOING AROUND “TOGETHER. so 35 & HAD ww AF oF OVER ~THese PRISoW wEemls > Post 4 NO <OMMIY Bris No. | NUISANCE SwceR SEWING MACHINE — SINGIN’ A > SING SONG IN SING SING. “What's the trouble, E “The dern ground-hog’s been into my cellar and now he's seen two of his shadows; what’s a man to prognosticate from that?” Judging the Shows (Continued from page 20) booking citrons that the showmen have been brought to seratch their heads at the marvel. But the managers of Daly's are no quitters, say what you will inst them, and they have put up a serap that proves them to be real he fighting men. In “Red Dust” they have booked a play that wi oldest » the managers of boil with envy, even latter warriors may y a lot of pride in having captured “Who Knows” for their own. But “Red Dust” stands in a class by itself and it will take some imagination on the part of the Wallack’s gents to locate a booking to beat it. In fact, if the Wallack’s gents go about trying to beat it, I fear that they will find it necessary to turn professional. So far, they seem to have been mere rank amateurs, III ratrice Lituir, in very good mic trim, contrives to en- liven the otherwise morose song and dance affair called ‘She's My Baby.” Without the enter- taining Lillie, the show would be potatoes au gratin without the potatoes. By way of a book, the management has laid hold of the old grandpa wherein, in order to xet an inheritance of one kind or another, a young man has to pre- tend that he is married and has a baby. By way of tunes, the usu- ally fertile Richard Rodgers has, save in the case of one melody, gone distinctly tin-pan. By way of lyrics, his partner, the M. Hart, has so strained himself to achieve original rhymes that the songs are as self-consciously recherché as so many Green wich Village lamp-shades. And, in addition, the wise-cracks have the air of feeble Ralph Spence echoes. Over this combination of casualties Miss Lillie triumphs only at the expense of consider- able sweat. She is a funny girl and deserves better material. He—May I have the next dance? She—But I don’t know you. He—Then perhaps we'd better sit one out first. —Everysopy’s WEEKLY Deodorize” The fighter’s right eye 1s blue and d. comicbooks.com