In A Vaudeville Caricature — neat appearance, her dialect stories went good, also, imitation of a violin. 13 min. in one.
[New Acts] Sidewalk conversation. 14 mins; one. Straight man and “Silly ass” type of Englishman. The straight has smooth, wise, cracking delivery and ad libs cleverly in his efforts to explain the mysteries of baseball to his stolid companion. The latter registers also with his density and ignorance of the subjects under discussion. Both wear evening clothes. The straight also does a whistling solo, using a prop piccolo just long enough to fool the house into believing he is playing the instrument. A couple of nifty eccentric dances top off a good specialty. They can entertain anywhere and got over strongly at this house.
Robert Emmett Keane evidently discovered at the afternoon performance that his stories were a trifle subtle for the Jeffersonites for he told them more slowly than usual and even stopped to explain a couple of them. He broadened them out and stopped to wait until they were assimilated. As a consequence, he registered a neat hit.
Bobby Randall, with old talk about the draft and army life, with fair singing voice, tried awfully hard to live up to his responsibility, but it just isn’t in him and it must be the scarcity of next to closing comedy acts that put him in this difficult spot.
Alan Brooks followed in “Dollars and Sense,” registering in his usual strong way. The applause at the finish was solid, but Mr. Brooks could have ducked the speech in “One” to the advantage of the two acts following. It helped drag out of the show, which ran until well after 11.
Kenney and Nobody never hit any harder than this time here. The talk is largely new it is staccato in its laugh drivers. Howls and hands throughout, and big stuff on the blues finale for many a bow.
Mullen and Francis got their usual laughing success, but were not a breath in the lead of Ben Ryan and Harriet Lee, a youthful pair with a lot of intensely human dialog and some excoriatingly funny situations that they used to be the best possible advantage. They kept crowd doubled up during the greater portion of their 29 minute stay.
After intermission and “Topics.” Al Raymond in a tangled talk monologue got them, after a slow start. It wasn’t the softest place for the Dutch comic but he went after them heroically and at the conclusion had registered a long series of hearty laughs. Raymond is of the school that gave us Cliff Gordon and Senator Francis Murphy, and follows the well beaten paths of these exponents of the garbled English. He has excellent material commenting upon everything topical and current and is showman enough to milk it. He went over strongly.
Julius Tannen, the other male single, tossed of his chatter next to closing, leaping with verbal agility from Minneapolis to Los Angeles and back to Rockaway, described as a place where the English language is not understood. Tannen, too, came through with a ripping bit of poetic reading called “All Americana,” an appeal and a protest against foreign agitation here. There seemed to be plenty of fresh matter in the Tannen talk and a few familiar lines. One of the latter was about the laundrice sharpening collars while cleaning them. Ed Wynn is using that gag in his “Carnival.” Neither has specifically made claim to it.
Bob and Peggy Valentine, in a routine of small talk that wasn’t half bad and some special light comedy songs with one or two blue lines and a few pilfered gags, got by with dispatch, revealing nothing astonishing in material or delivery, but drawing laughs and pleasing. They finish with a modern bit in colonial dress which might be improved – the matter, not the clothes – the idea being sound, but not carried out well. Some of their syncopated lyrics were above par. More notable for many laughs than for big ones, and for amusement than impressiveness.