Jack Irwin

Now, if Mr. Irwin will discontinue wearing an opera hat with a sack coat, take himself seriously, stop standing in one spot during his time on the stage, and keep up the improvement, he ought to find himself in line before long for the larger houses.
His elocutionary efforts in “The Last Fight” have kept abreast of his material, and some of the points of Irwin's talk are new, more than may be said for many a monologist playing to better time and money.
Why don't you, Mr. Irwin, have a monologue told in slang altogether, not too tough or of the “college” variety, but just slummy matter with enough of the milder crook's expressions to give flavor?
Variety 6:4 (06/21/1907)