The daily morning journal and courier., 1906-03-05
New Haven Theater.

J. c. Stewards musical farce, "the Two Johns," will be seen at the New Haven theater tonight, Tuesday and Wednesday nights and at the matinee Wednesday, and The Two Johns" and their company the singing comedians put up one of the greatest bills of the kind that has been seen on the stage for many day, This merry musical farce has earned place, in the es- timation of theatergoers that would be hard to overcome. It is truly enter tainlng farce and deserves it's unques- tionable success. The public admira- tion has certainly been the lot of "The Two Johns;" as mirth provoker it's a wonder. Laughs are continuous with out intermission, from the start to the finish of each act The company has one of the strongest casts ever seen in a musical farce including Al Rice, New Curtis, Lou Morgan, Ollie West, Cassie Clifford, Chris Green Marjorie Max well, Frank l.. Brown, Carrie Berry, Harry Bulkley, J. r. Burns, Chris Stout and many others.
 It was the rush hour in lunch room on Park Row.
 q beg your pardon, sir" said Al Rice, the 35O-pound comedian who plays one of the 1.-Two Johns in J. c. Stewards musical farce by that name newt Mon- day, Tuesday and Wednesday nights at the New Haven theater, "but l have been observing you for some time, In fact you, or rather your head, has given me practical illustration of the very theme I am working on, My name is Rice, of The Two Johns company, and during my leisure moments l write special articles for the newspapers, usually on the science of entomology 1 The bald-headed man, who had been stirring two one-minute eggs in a chip ped cup, dropped his spoon and glared across the table with an expression that would freeze custard. Did I un- derstand you to say that my head is a subject that would interest an entomol- ogist?" he demanded, in such pronounce 1 ed tones that the omnibus" dropped a sauces and the pretty waitress punched |
 "Oh, no, sir" assured Rice suavely, mot your head but the flies that per- sist in waltzing over it's glazed surface. Now, how does the fly stick? John Ward tells me that each foot is provid- ed with pair of claws" The bald- headed man upset the vinegar bottle. l "Claws!" he gasped. "Yes, sir, claws, l pnt fnT 11xr ,rfo where the claws will not stick, there are little pads between the claws. Now these pads were at one time supposed to be suckers that held on through l forming a vacuum. However in late years it has been discovered that the urderside of these pads is stuffed with hair"
 The bald-headed man shuddered and made savage attack on a fly that was circling above him.
 Now, sir, these hairs exude sticky glue which holds tt1e feet of the fly to your head It also expels the air from the pads-are you listening? We'll, I am determined that you shall hear and learn the truth. All bald-headed men l nave lily Sy lllpdlliy III WdIlu W6dJHGT. trust, sir, that you recognize me as an entomologist."
 q recognize you as an asst" flashed l the man with the shining pate, an om- nibus glitter in his gray eyes. "The idea of trying to tell men that a fly carries glue in his feet!'
 I'll prove it to you" replied Rice, unabashed "There is a fly on your head now. Watch me squash him" With smack that resounded from the cashiers desk to kitchen, the fat come dian entomologist brought his open palm down on that hairless pate of went the police call. In Wagnerlan chorus of smashing china, splintering tables shrieks of the waitresses shouts of the omnibus" and oaths of the boss could be heard the high voice of Rice crying:
 Here's the glue. I told you so! Here's the glue on the fly's foot"
 The clang of the patrol wagon drown ed out the rest.