The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1909-05-28

BE Seated
Ia ra. ia. tee. Ia tum!
Words, voice and figure are those of
De Wolf Hopper, his face masqued by
minstrel cork. The notes are those of
Victor Herbert's orchestra. mounted
high in the flies of the New National
Theater yesterday afternoon. The
Lambs had frolicked into washington.
heads held jauntily and coats sleek, at
last.
We ali know the story. Here is a
club OF managers. actors, and play
wrights Gin the order of their import
ance to the modern stage). It needs
to furnish rented home. SO, ten years
ago, it starts out TO gambol at so
much per FLIP. Now It would buy
fold. So it starts out again to gambol
at the same fixed price. It's payroll Is
beyond the dreams OF all the Erlang-
ers, Frohmans, Shuberts, and Belascos
in the business. Its talents would make
Augustin Daily shiver with chills-and-
fever. It's receipts-well, here in
washington It made a matinee yield
s7,s24 and in Baltimore, this same day.
it whisks into the fold the tidy bundle
of s7,275 In fodder. This week of skip
ping over Uncle Sans green will pro-
duce. maybe, 100000
First Part Personnel.
There may be more fun than a
Lambs minstrel show, but If there is
we Neutrality-suspicious. never heard of it.
There they arei Two solid rows OF
eml Every ham-fatter OF the lot in
customary suit of solemn black and
face to matchl This hatchet-visaged
alley troubIer On the left? That's Ray
mond Hitchcock. That roly-poly waiter
on the right? That's Eddie Foy. Look
round and take your pick over there
Is a colored banker gentleman That's
Eugene Cowles. This side is clam
man unctuous and happy, in spite of
sorrows sickHng Ger for the moment
That is Maciyn Arbuckle. You can
recognize 'em all If you look long
enough.
But looking long at any one Of them
is hard work
''Mr Martinetti. How are you feel-
ing this afterroon?''
"'Deed, Mistoh Hoppuh, rs fee- =
One as a fddul. But Mistoh P5pp= a.
they call this yere Lambs GanbS l.
This ain no gambui-"
And why, Mr. Martinetti isn't this
gdmDois Sir
..Cau it a gamble when they's house
like that out front and not dead
head in it? This is a Head suah thing
Then the Bell Rang.
Then they we're off. Hopper was born
TO be an interlocutor (among other
things). Hitchcock, Foy. Martinetti,
Arbuckle, Andrew Mack. Clayton 4.
White, and Nat NJ. Wills were born TO
be end men. And all she rest-you' We
read the roll and you know who they
were-were born to be blackface artists
There was some wonderfully sweet
music. The opening chorus alone IN
cluded solos by such artists as Melville
Stewart. John Park. Frank Beicher'
Walter Lawrence. and j. C Mlron-
from ''Sewanee River" and "Old Black
joe all the way across to Maryland
and THE Star-Spangled Banner" The
audience might have been dismissed at
the close of this first number and, how
ever unwiIIingIy, been forced to admit
that ii had it's moneys worth.
But that was in truth only the be-
ginning. All the men in opera, musi-
cal comedy. vaudeville, and grand
opera that one cared to hear were
there in true voice-even Caruso, who
had on the clothes OF Andrew Mack
and "Unged' and gasped until the AL
dience thought it was in photograph
shop. Maybe you've never heard Eu-
gene Cowles sing Annie Laurie2"
Well, no use TO talk about it. You We
Simply got TO hear it TO know what's
what. Or George Leon Moore sing
sweet Genevieve?' But Mr.. Moore's
/ solo was only part of this number.
Where was Mrs. V. all this time =
asked Mr.. Hitchcock
Mrs. V? Who's Mrs. w" demanded
WHY isn't the Iady's name Jenny
/ Viewer
| And after that Jenny was one of the
most interesting figures in the cast
Nat Tells of Hortense.
! Nat NJ. Wills was introduced into
! the program to give US a chance TO see
his real face and the stage hands a
chance to set the Roman Forum for
what was TO follow. OF course every
body knew of Mr.. Wills fat German