Jack and June Laughlin, with a special “cyc,” in a singing and dancing routine, the act depending mostly on the stepping, picked up the running of the show. They overlooked their bows.
Bradley & Ardine, in full stage showing an interior of a charming bungalow, danced and sang, but had hard going. Their little piano player gave the act some real assistance, though carrying that smile that says “I know I’m good,” and he proved it when all three of them took a bow, separately, he getting his share of the applause. They came back for an acrobatic dancing finish that carried them off to a hit as hits went at that performance.
Eddie Allen and Grace Brinkley, in a neat little turn, followed, and showed themselves to advantage. Eddie is a handsome juvenile, sings and dances with too much ability, but Miss Brinkley, a winsome doll, equals her beauty with her songs and dances. Their chatter brought gobs of laughter.
10 Mins.; One. A man and woman singing and dancing team. It would be better if they dropped the singing and stuck to dancing.
14 Mins.; One. No excuse for these boys “dragging” out 14 minutes. They show bulldog tenacity in hanging on to comedy “bits” that avail nothing. They dance better than anything else although the straight is not a bad little vocalist. The team has versality and willingness Act rearranged, speed and more play on the stepping would help greatly.
Miss Tucker, the ambitious and aggressive girl who is forging new history in these parts in vaudeville and café work, issued an entirely changed program since last week at the same stand. Her “Kid from Madrid,” which she made a household gag at Reisenweber’s, kicked over a bang with a comedy Spanish tambo dance to close. Her baby-spot ballad was “Rockaby Lullaby” and she eased in a novelty in a “Floradora” sextet number, in which she wore the famous garb of that collection of historic vamps of a generation ago. She was driven to an encore and a speech – two speeches – and a third.
Kennedy and Kramer, opening, were preceded by a songster (not billed), who, with the aid of the stereopticon slides, melodied [sic] “Tired of Me” across the foots, encouraging enough for the audience to take up the chorus, The opening turn did not register at all with the introductory song, but stirred up the dust by some exceptionally fine buck and wing steps. Their precision in the concluding dance won them a big hand.
Billy Frawley and Louise, with Jack Lait’s sketch, furnish a snappy routine of talk, dance and singing that equals any combination in “one” that has come to the surface this long time. Frawley has a surefire comedy knack in all he does, and he does a varied assortment of things. Capital couple in a capital vehicle.
Jack Wyatt and his Scotch Lads and Lassies closed, doing better in the way of keeping in the audience than most turns in the spot, losing a few, but delaying the majority. A stage wait which seemed unnecessary following a long act in “one” at the curtain raising helped to start the few who escaped. The act has never been a sensation here, but it served as a better than average closer, with its noise, display of special scenery an 8 people in Highland regalia.
Archie Foulk, single, next. Foulk has worked in numerous acts hereabouts. He has good appearance and is a pretty good actor. In his single he does stories, songs and dances. There is plenty of room in acts for his type of players. He should get a partner, one with a script preferred.