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Emma has new costumes and songs.
She talked and sang about the eternally comic subject, marriage.
"Shall we go to the movies?" asks her assistant, the lengthly Noel Stewart.
"No, the organ music makes me weep-- it reminds me of my wedding days."
And Miss Carus sings one of those lyrics about the cruel, heartless, and soulless White Way. The incandescent sobs are like this:
"There's a broken heart for every light on Broadway, a million tears for every gleam they send."
We think Miss Carus should drop her Irish number. It has grown heavy and lacks spontaneity.
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Robinson Locke Collection, Ser. 2, Vol. 29, page 37