Along at closing Burns and Frabite delivered the kind of strong comedy element the Bronx, house wanted but by that time it was too late. The day really had been lost during the later numbers of the quiet first half – lost beyond remedy.
19 min. f.s., spl. A rural comedy with five people ,works fast and seemed to please. Went good.
17 min. in 1. This act received a few laughs and closed to a good hand.
Al Lydell and Carleton Macy were assigned the next to closing spot. They vamped off at five past eleven with the house loath to allow them to depart. All of the old laughs are still there, thanks to the irresistible old soldier. Perhaps that character put in a new one when he explained that a humdinger “is a man who can make a deaf and dumb girl say ‘Oh, Daddy’.”
The first section had been closed by the Doners in their second week. During intermission and stretching it a bit, Edwards David made a Police Hospital Fund appeal, drawing a few laughs on his facetious remarks anent the cops, at the same time humoring up the house for the collection boxes. For the four days of the fund collecting, inclusive of Sunday night, the Palace had taken up around $1,100. Mr. Davis referred to without mentioning the Morning World, which had been panning the Police Hospital from the public for several days. He said there were objectors to everything, and in this case they could be set down as conscientious objectors.
The usherets passed little straw baskets up the aisles. The girl on the right-hand aid of that row of boxes having nothing but box seats to collect from, when she reached the last box had two one dollars bills in the basket and some small silver, probably around $4 in all. There are 12 or 14 boxes on that side.
Van and Belle closed the show with their comedy boomerang throwing and held the audience solid. They open the act sailing paper aeroplanes out to the audience, the crowd standing up trying to get one; this brings lots of laughs. They close with the man imitating birds and animals, putting them off the applause hit of the bill. This act is famous here, having appeared at the State-lake theatre.
Frank Dobson closed with his sirens, taking the legitimate hit of the bill with ease, heading a flashy ensemble punctuated by speed and the sort of laugh that tasted like duck soup to the bargain hunters.
Lyons and Yosco found the time of day, the sort of day, and whatever other individual elements were on tap, to be just what they wanted. These cagey showmen belted it over for deep laugh and stout handclaps.
Toney Grey and Co. presented a crude form of the old minstrel afterpiece. “Dr. Bones,” woefully overacted. The girl proved weak and, though there were laughs on hoakum, even this hoak-craving audience didn’t enthuse.
Kirby, Quinn and Anger registered from the tape in their eccentric, laughable travesty and run of falls, low comedy and flip repartee. Their Egyptian burlesque was a howl. Five bows and encore for this three, with the woman breathlessly holding the scorching pace set by the male comics.
