Judge — May 3, 1930 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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pan aaa SS Oc NEL Raat 5 HAT uproarious and obscene ‘kle heard along Broadway these witching hours is identified as emanating from the low commercial managers who a short while ago were being taken bitterly to task by the di ic critics for leaving Art to the ious idealistic Guild, Assembly and Player groups. What the latter have this season done to Art—or for that matter to mere entertainment—is no- body's business. The Theatre Guild's dis already in the hands of the with finger-prints. ‘The Province- omplete file of inerimi- rs got to be so sour that they busted up from sponta bustion, And now the ‘The sembly, consecrated to the purpose of ‘making theatregoing once more a sure,” has wound up a very wet son with a picce called “They Never Grow Up,” that no. sensible preial manager, save he were ig- us com niously stewed or his backer had a new, ambitious girl, would ever think of producing. It has be d-year for the self appointed drama uplifters. With the possible exception of “Red Rust*— which the Guild, if it had had the city, should have put on with its own adult troupe instead of timor- ously bequeathing it to its an every one of the season's inore or less worthy productions—and [I'm not one to stick “The Apple Cart” in that list —must be credited to. the so-called commercial gents. ‘The hold-overs like “Street Scene,” “Bird in Hand” and even the debatable “Journey's End” were not sponsored by the arty hoys. Nor were “The Gree “The Last Mile ; etly Dishonor: “June Moon,” “Among the he Commodore Marries, re Iren of Darkness,” or even the widely regarded though to me dubious “Berkeley Square” and “The Crimi- nal Code.” ‘The Irish Players, true enough, murdered “The Silver Tassie” and “General John Regan” and have already landed in Cain's hoosegow, teurs— JUDGE By GEORGE JEAN NATHAN bat the Guild, Assembly and) Prov- incetown artists and artistes picked out for their own. private murders only a series of dramatic dummies “They Never G Ss nonesucl phrase of the Gun” kind of show sembl the pre » after the first half through, three comme agers who had Masque ‘Theatre alloped up the house se quickly 1 the other art-lovers. th ad broken out. When it was learned that there was no fire, the disappointed audience: slumped back in its 1 re- signed itself to an evening unhappily id of any excitement. If our theatrical uplift societies continue to show such dull tripe much longer, business will certainly pick up won- derfully for Michael Kallesser, Gus tay Blum, Lew Cantor, Jimmie Cooper, Butler Davenport, Laura D. Wilck, Arthur Fisher and other such wsthetic entrepreneurs. * 2 @ T" Craig Theatre, that for a whole nous deserted i jal man- wandered into” the arn about Art out of the had occup “The Light of Asia,” iso) with a music Ned . All of two dollars and a half has been expended upon the show. with the re sult that the general dé thing like Al Woe night. An equal economy practised in the hiring of the prince pals, the cast’ revealing as 1 meaningless names as an hotel register after 11 for a-few funny lines, 1s further extended to the imagination expended upon the book, score and arrangement of dance numbers. These dance numbers consist largely in having the girls and boys stand in a line and. move their arms back and forth like oars, the routine being in- terrupted once to allow them to do a looks some 16 "% clog on wooden suit-cases. The scors + its confector’s extreme fond ness for De Sylva, Brown and Hen derson’s “Button Up Your Overcoat.’ for McCarthy's “I Can't Give You Anything But - Love, Baby,” and blished hits. And the book up of such things as. the at finding an only 4 model in her daughter's fianeé’s: stu dio, the painting of the dream girl who o *, the fat man who tries to cli Lupper berth, and the coy débutante who is mistaken for a murderes: As an antidote to such evenings I fear that LT shall have to recommend a visit to the MM. Minsky’s atelier in West 125th rect, by name the Apollo, Uncontaminated by the high ideals and even higher artistie pur pose of the Mutual W An organi zation whose propaganda advertisi literature is as noble and pure ir tone as the bulletins of the Church and Drama League, the Minsky boys’ bur lesque show takes off its hat, coat. bras and socks goes the limit If you think you are public about the indelicacies of such down town exhibits as “It's a Wise Child and the like, go up to the Apollo and get cured of any remaining squeam ishness, for up there you'll get an ear ful of such stuff as you haven't heard as a youth, the bad boy of the hborhood locked you in the Chick nd you had to spend the after ng the literary efforts on And if you think that seen ladies somew y of their umbilici in F revues, take y sensitive at revela rl Carroll's ng your horn-rimmed nd get a load of great open spaces. 1 little rough, but. it specs, my boy what's what in t It may all be that you'll get a lot of ril unless you’) i critic and liar. The show—wh: don’t know, as t a professo: t its name is, | ‘y're stingy about (Continued on page 28) comicbooks.com