Judge — November 3, 1928 — page 29: what you’re looking at

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Judging the Shows (Continued from page 19) ire well played by Fleming Ward, John Butler, Adrian Rosley and Patricia Barclay. The play opened on the same night that Walter Hampden showed “The Light of Asia” at his theatre in upper Broadway. Prof. Hampden, doubtless believing himself a finer actor than I reported him to be, refrained from sending me tickets to his performance. In view of my colleague's report upon both The Light of Asia” and Mr. Hampden’s histrionic share in it and in further view of the play and performance I got to see in their stead, it would seem that I owe Mr. Hampden a vote of thanks. “He Everytuine,” to con- | tinue the unwonted expan siveness of this department, is a gay musical show. As I have noted in the theatre digest, the songs are tuneful, the dancing is excellent and some of the talk is of a jocund flavor. In addition, some of the girls are not painful to look at and the general decora- tion of the stage is considerably | above the previous Aarons-F reed- ley level. The k, as usual, is bad, but fortunately it has been relegated to the background. One of the love lyrics, also, begins “You are the cream in my you are the salt in my stew | are the lace in my shoe.” a s to survive the nity, everything is healthy again. Of all the new song-and- dance affairs, “The New Moon” excepted, this one is the most en- tertaining. The Meenister—So you've de- cided to marry again, Mr. Me- | Phairson? McPhairson—Aye, an’ Ah would vurra much like to know how much ye'll allow me on th’ old wuddin'? —Berretix, Sydney ave you a good landlord?” Excellent. His only fault is an overwhelming curiosity; he is always asking when I am going to pay my rent.” Answers “George is an awful flirt—I wouldn't trust him too far.” I wouldn't trust him too near.” —Evervnopy’s Wrexiy EMBARRASSING MOMENTS When you’ve said the wrong thing at the wrong place to the wrong people . . be nonchalant . . . Light a Murad. Jire or His Bosom—Many’s the time I’d have shot you, but T never knew what to do with the body! comicbooks.com