The Three Lees opened the show in a clever juggling act, which carries good comedy and a good routine. The blackface comedian drew some laughs with his hat juggling, in which he uses the audience to assist him.
Frank and Clara Latour in their clever juggling act appeared next. They worked into the graces of the audience.
Jack Hanley opened the show with about every style of juggling, straight and comedy. Mr. Hanley foes a red nose boob. His nearest to newness was handling six baseballs. A few laughs came along, mostly from the bounding hats.
San Yee Troupe, consisting of three members of the Caucasian race, who do real tricks. They juggle and do magic, and the final feature is two members who are hung up by their ques and swung in mid-air. This act woke up the sleeping patrons and they are ready for the next show.
The show for the first lined up as a strong comedy bill, with several standard acts present copping the honors right down the line. The Royal Gascoignes opened, a cinch hit. Had the show in back of them carried the pace of Gascoignes, it would have been a “100 per cent” performance. Gascoigne’s chatter was amusing, as usual. He said something about being up in Canada last week and not being entirely over it yet, which got a laugh. He is one of vaudeville’s “iron men” able to take a spot on the best bills.
O.K. Legel, a comedy juggler with a drayload of props, was next and waded through his act in almost total silence. There were a few scattered laughs on the comedy props and an occasional hand on juggling trick, but the act is too completely jumbled and meaningless to get anywhere in particular.
The Royal Gascoignes were a riot following the nut. Wilson wandered on during the following act to dust the male off with a feather duster. The juggler’s showmanship hit them between the eyes up here and he closed a riotous hit with his lightened paper and cigar smoking stunt.
Lou Reed and Al Tucker, a couple of youths amply satisfied with themselves, showed no small ability as jugglers themselves, juggling a pair of fiddles. At times their work rose to real jazz art, none the less so because they hoaked with their instruments. One of their trills fascinatingly and the other throws a violin around like an Indian club. They were recalled several times and came back once too often. The turn is big time, the best of the recent fiddle combines.
Lawton, superfine juggler, opened, getting a slow and muddy start, but working up until he had the whole house solid, including those shuffling down the aisles, who stood up to watch him, spell-bound by his extraordinary skill. Lawton pulled down a fine hand.
[New Act ] Juggling, 12 min; Three. The painfully disinterested audience Tuesday evening almost unnerved the men towards the finish, although they were deservant of stricter attention and more applause. Their routine, although more of less familiar, is executed with dispatch, preciseness and at an interestingly modest pace. The diabolo and juggling stunts were neatly executed, but when it came to the hat business they made their nervousness evident. That it was due in some measure to the {lazily?} inclined audience which obstinate refused to exercise its {digit?}, is quite safe to assume. The boys make neat appearances in docks and green jackets, and there is no reason why pop house audiences should not take to them.1920