Laurie and Bronson

But Laurie and Bronson, who hadn't been been here in vaudeville in years, came on in their unassuming manner and, without losing one single listener for one single second, wafted through a routine of juvenile sophistication, kept choking three laughs all trying to get out of each throat at once. If Miss Bronson isn't the cutest and best kid comedienne in the world, some thousand or more who were in at the Monday matinee would like to bear the name of the girl who is. And Laurie is to vaudeville what no one but Ernest Truex can be to the legitimate — tiny, manly, funny, breezy, nifty. His nonchalance is nothing less than magnificent as, by the same token, her poise cannot be rated less than stupendous. What this pair of babies did to a wise audience that had sat for two hours waiting— waiting for something to like — was a shame. No headliner ever got more recognition in howls and applause. With thin material, so thin that it never veiled the personalities of these two little giants of sterling comedy, they Jimmie Valentined the honors of the day and stopped the proceedings even after their speech.

Variety, 54:7 (04/11/1919)