Green and Pugh, two colored men, one in comedy dress sailed their talk and hoak across like two showmen, the straight man doing some nifty steps, while the comedian put over a ballad in good form.
Henry and Adelaide, in “one and a half,” with a very pretty special set with electrical effects, though handicapped by opening the show, got all they wanted and a little more with their classy, neat song and dance offering. Adelaide made four very pretty changes in costume, while Henry makes a complete change in dress, dancing simultaneously, getting a good hand on same. Could have held a later spot.
Brown and Jackson sailed their hokum across for a clean sweep, finishing the applause hit of the bill. They sing two ballads for good results and close with a song, the man accompanying her playing a saxophone.
“Patches” patched up would be a big-time act. Will J. Harris deserves credit for the idea and miniature production, but he did not pick the best of talent to carry it over. Two girls, one a dancer and the other a soubrette; two men, one of whom with a few more years in vaudeville will be fit to step into a production and take an active part, the other man having only a voice and not too much of that, the former playing piano and saxophone, making these instruments do everything but talk, dances and outs some good lines over, having plenty of personality, looks and everything to go along. The act is gorgeously staged, with a very pretty setting, both girls making several throughout the act.
Frisco Trio worked hard but in vain to keep up the running, walking on with a slow whistling number, then for some aged wise cracks. Later the comedian chirps a comedy ditty, having a poor voice with fair delivery, and closes with a supposedly harmony number. The crowd, realizing their unsophisticated talent, let them walk off without any attempt to bring them back.
Harry Bond and Co. in a melodramatic sketch with bits of comedy took three curtains. Bond is a clever performer and acquits himself with due credit for making this act what it is.
Crescent Comedy Four, the usual comedy harmony quartet, scored high with hokum comedy. Four men, in different dress, and they dish their hoak just the way the Rialto patrons want it, but close with a poor harmony song, sending them off to nothing.
Garfield and Smith could have gone further on the bill for better results, through this pair went big as any in the show. They have bright talk, putting it over with good delivery, and their early position didn’t make much difference with their being the applause hit.
Bert Fitzgibbons, assisted by his brother Lew, daffydilled them, poked fun and then played a xylophone and a piano for a good measure. Being encored, he produced a plugger in a box, who put over a ballad in a nice voice, but does not mean or add value to the act, being only a plugger.
Singer’s Midgets, giants of entertainers, were a big sized panic. When one considers the many things these miniature-bodied performers do and do well one thinks of the time and patience of their director. Their executive staff reads like a grand opera board, while they feature uniforms by Marshall Fields, ladies’ costumes by Jane and Andre of Paris, scenery by Joseph Urban and Robert Law Studio, while dancing directed by Ned Wayburn.