Location: Atlantic City

: 21 Mins.; Full Stage (Special Set; Interior) “Married.” Homer Mason and Marguerite Keeler offer a remarkably clever playlet, entitled “Married,” as a sequel to their “Lost Key.” Not only is the ideal novel, but the acting is refreshing in every particular. A feminine aphasia patient gets into the room of a hotel. A burglar who has entered before strikes her on the head which brings her back to consciousness. She rings up the doctor. He tells her to go to bed and wait for him to visit. The burglar, who has been hiding, attempts to slip out unnoticed, but a key is in the lock and the man himself appears intoxicated. He imagines that he “sees” things, when he discovers the woman’s clothing and later the woman herself in his bed. He reaches the conclusion he has married her while under the influence and didn’t remember it. The woman awakens and screams. He pacifies her by saying they are married. A blow on his head from the burglar’s sandbag sobers him. He attempts to reason out where he married the girl but to no purpose. She wants to dress, but the burglar has made away with the clothes. The man offers her his overcoat, and they talk it over. The talk is remarkably well done in a clever and refreshing love dialog. The burglar again tries to escape and is captured. While the man is holding him the doctor calls up. Pell (Mr. Mason) answers the phone and tells the doctor he is married. He informs them that such is not the case as both have been in his private sanitarium until a few minutes before the episode in Pell’s room. Pell requests the doctor to send a minister. The burglar proves to be a kleptomaniac minister and Pell has him perform the ceremony. Mason is excellent. Miss Keeler has a charming piquancy that goes well with her naïve work in the love scene.

“A Turn of the Knob” Louise Dresser is this week presenting here for the first time in vaudeville, Matthew White and May Tully’s playlet “A Turn of the Knob,” a highly amusing farce. The farcical action is built around the invasion by a woman life insurance agent of the apartment of a young man on the eve of his wedding. In attempting to hurry her from the room the young man jerks the knob from the door, which then can be opened only from the outside. Thus the situation is manufactured. In clearing up the complication the young man loses his bride but gains the insurance agent (Miss Dresser). George W. Howard was the bridegroom and Edward Langford a third number of the company.