Miss Gordon, after more than a year’s absence, showed marked voice improvement. This combined with dazzling gown creations and a neat song routine brought astounding applause.
Manning and Lee, Manning a clever comedian and Miss Lee a sweet patootie have a lot of original, wise cracks and though their voices are a bit weak, they put their songs over in high style and were recalled several times.
Paul Petching entertained the audience with his novelty musical offering, the music gotten out of a pear tree by squeezing the fruit, by blowing through a rake, turning sun flowers and several other concealments, and finished with a never failing cornet solo. That put him off to a healthy hand.
The Century Serenaders, after a season at the Woodlawn Café, proved perfect vaudeville stuff, with a cast, variety of musical nonsense and character comedy dancing and weird manhandling of the instruments, holding the house solid and hitting.
Lewis and Norton have a pastel production and four episodes of quiet but punchy humor called “cost to cost,” staged in four resort hotels from coast to coast in the four seasons, typical of {illegible}, Bar Harbor, French Lick and Palm Beach. With many laughs neat dress delightful deportment and a sweet dance to close, they drew the first hit of the night.
Jerome and Albright, two men in street clothes with no make-up and hair partly mussed up, sang several numbers, one playing piano. They have fairly good voices, lots of pep and good delivery, but the dressing makes it a small timer.
Ned Norworth, who was with his company refused to play No. 2 at the Majestic, had no trouble in proving his worth. He clowned and cut up to the enjoyment of the audience. “Fixing the Furnace,” which has been seen in every small house around here, was new to the State-Lakers and did fairly well.
Eddie Borden in his review “Fifth Avenue,” proved a flash and introduced several new faces to Chicago. Rose Kessmer offered a character is a manner that proved her worthy of featuring with Borden. Borden hasn’t any million dollar beauties for a chorus, but they do in a pinch.
Georgia Campbell, assisted by three men in Southern setting, dialect and ditties, was kidded at things, the matter being saccharine. I [sic] one of those routines designed as sure fire. “Sweet Adeline” and “She Lives Down in Our Alley” are representative numbers of the selection. Closed to a polite demonstration.
Ralph C. Bevan and Beatrice Flint, fourth, also drew down a racket, and their billing, “A Slight Interruption” went after their act rather than for it. Bevan is a keen eccentric and Miss Lint a statuesque straight in oolala gowns.