Twelve young women, six of each representing England and America, all dressed tastfully. One of two of them are good looking. Twelve perpendicular hoizontal swinging poles are suspended. The girls get on opposite poles and attempt to knock the others off through force or treading on their head or shoulders.
“The final curtain drops upon the scene of destruction with one small negro baby staring curiously at the departing audience. The cyclone is a fine product of the magic lantern with luminous rain and lightning more real than the genuine article.” One of the funniest property horses seen in town. A kind applause tableau of Roosevelt leading a charge up San Juan Hill with an American Flag formed in the sky, it is rather poorly done. The best dancing act is the third number of the first part, dancing in a watermelon patch in soft shoes. The other big dancing number is a clog done by twelve men. Dockstader uses a setting of a huge album in which there are life-sized enlargements of portraits of the famous minstrels of the past.
Had she given as much attention to singing as she did to her hair, a better report could be given
