Laurel Lee

Laurel Lee proved the shining spot of the bill. The chic cherie, as tiny as she is, was a head over the head of the flatheads out in front, but even a deaf and dumb bricklayer with one good eye could apprehend the unusual, the silk-lined and the elite in her. The child looks like Anna Held as to the eyes, works like Nan Halperin without doing an imitation of her in other moods, and for purposes of comparison, suggests Mabel Barrison, except that she is raven-haired. Her Frenchy stuff is racily captivating, and the gentle insinuation of her naive propinquity with the audience is irresistibly intimate. Her material is flippant and at times brilliant, but not consistently smart enough for her bizarre and aromatic personality. She scored the honors of the performance for four recalls from a somewhat chilly house.

Variety, 54:13 (05/23/1919)