Hubert Dyer and Co. closed. His assistant opens with a Roman ring stunt and he comes on with tramp makeup and his pantomimic work held 100 per cent of the audience in getting gobs of laughter.
Whitfield and Ireland next to closing, stirred things up for a laughing hit. They have a comedy drop of hick town with wise cracks on it that gets a lot of laughs before they come out. They open straight. Miss Ireland later changing to rube character. They got though a routine of gags and finish with a parody song.
Annie Kent and Co. followed, Miss Kent is a clever comedienne and put her numbers over extremely well, the best of which is “It’s a gay Life,” with some very good interpolated gags that act her out as one of those women who will do anything except falling into the bass drum for a laugh. She gets laughs throughout the numbers and gets a good hand after her session. Her assistant at the piano works hard to put his number over with little success.
Quaker Village Follies, three girls and a man, with a very pretty set closed. The man sings several songs, having fair voice, while the girls sings, dance and make three changes in very pretty costumes. The act would have done better spotted three. Where the name “Quaker Village Follies” comes in is for the audience to find out, probably a random shot at Greenwich Village.
Chick and Tiny Harvey, using a plant of an elderly woman in the audience, who later is invited to participate in the act, received close attention. When the plant took the rostrum to do a song and dance it was easy sailing.
Vine and Temple delivered in usual style. Vine is not doing as much Hebrew stuff as he used to, but what he did proved him a showman of first water Miss Temple, a sweet-looking plump darling, won admiration on looks and ability. The team is sure-fire small time and is always welcome in this house.
Morton and Dennis, another two-man act, doing a silly clown, the other straight, sprung plenty of released gags, but have an unusual deliver and style that struck just right.
Mazie King, the little toe artist, with a cute variety of matter running from her own neat dances to tricky novelties and smatterings of dialog, fared generously.
Resista closes, girl they can’t lift ballyhooed by a well groomed woman, and for a finale eight men with a derrick can’t budge her. Held them in solid. Audience exits talking about her.
“The Fall of Eve” billed as a comedy by Arthur Eckersley cast composed of Mabel Cameron, Alan Devitt and C. Carroll Clucas, proves a travesty. A drape set of an artist’s studio is revealed, with artist waiting for the girl and his aunt, visited by a doctor friend who reveals that artist is a hound with the ladies. Knock on door, enter girl – Eve- who has lost her way in dark hall, asks for suite 16, backs out, does a Brody downstairs (Offstage) carried back, gets fit of aphasia, wakes up with arms around artist, says “My Husband!” with “Where am I?” Motion picture fadeout with artist. Aunt never shows up. Nobody knows what it’s all about. The two men clown on the curtain, unable to repress sheepish expression. Audience yawns.