Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-02-21
Tech Schools Burnt Cork
Artists Make a Hit.
PROGRAM OF MERRY JESTS
Crowd of Twelve Hundred People
Highly. Entertained.
MUSIC BY STUDENT ORCHESTRA
Middle Man and End Men of the
Regulation Pattern-Sup-
port Likewise.

Any one with half an eye could dis
tinguish Mckinley High Schools black
face artists. in the classrooms this morn
Ing by the faint smudges of burnt cork
which without doubt still linger behind
their ears, because the members of that
famous organization Of MINISTRIES, which
revived the end man and tambourine stunt
in Techs assembly hall last night, GER
tainly didn't spare any fresco work on
their faces. 1t was grand night for
the merry quip. and several jests which
haven't been heard in this generation
sprang into being before. the footlights
and made the 100 students and others
in the audience rock with laughter.
They say at Tech that the minstrel
show grew out of William Peacock. jr's,
incessant clog dancing. Every time Mr..
Peacock goes from the woodworking
shop to the trigonometry class he buck
dances down the hall. until Frank Daniel,
principal of the school, finally told
Peacock that II he wanted to keep that
thing up he'd have to hire a hall. That
started the thing, SO the boys got George
II. Wells to train them and got twelve
hundred people to pay money to see
tHeIIl fOur nuNQTeu were turned away.
But It Didn't Work
So many students and others crowded
into the big school last night that Princi-
pal Daniel announced there would be
tw, shows. one following right on the
heels Of the other. That made no diff
ference to the crowd. The people who
wanted to see the show hadn't any idea
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one performance was all that was need
ed. 1t started off with a musical offer
ing by Techs student orchestra, In
which Harry B. White, woodwork in
structor, made a hit with his delicate
work on the drums. and as the curtains
were pulled aside a huge mob of STU
dents with their faces black, their lips
as red as fire and their shirt fronts nice
and white was shown to bowling audi
ence. And right there in the middle was
H. Ernest Galleher, jr. Never did a
middle man or interlocutor have SO nice
a watch fob peeking out meath his well
fitting dress coat. There is but one way
to express the appreciation of the femi-
nine portion OF Techs audience over
Mr.. Galleher, jr., and that was whispered
every time he would arise to introduce a
comedian. You could have heard it all
over the house: Isn't he simply too at
tractive for anything!"
OF course, the minstrels revived all
those old songs about Nah chicken" and
Baby doll'' and 'Oh, OH NAH money
giving much thought to the rough rag
time and coming out strong on the barber
shop portions. The very first novelty
I'm the Shadows" and that piece of
music, now on the crest of popularity's
wave, had to be resung several times
in response to the wild encores
Crash Suits, Pink Ties.
J. Raymond Wells and Mark dc. Grange
would better look out, or Honey Boy
Evans will be after 'em. These two APP
peared in crash suits and pink ties. The
crash part indicates the tone of their
comedy. When Mr. Wells. after several
of classic jokes, sang PLANT
Watermelon on My Grave and Let the
Juice Run Through there wasn't dry
eye in the house, and when, a few min
utes later, his partner, Mr.. De Grange
twisted around like a genuine Hawaiian
in that beautiful love song My Hula
Hula Love-" the girls simply went wild.
a buck dance. and just after that the
attractive Mr.. Galleher announced Techs
two world-famed comedians, William
Peacock, jr., and Fr3nic I. Crow Now
nobody has anything on Mr.. Peacock
he's all there like the original bird, minus
the spreading feathers. Honeymoon
Love" was his vocal offering.
Mr.. Crow, as black in the face as his
nameSake and wearing a white flannel
suit, with pink socks, came across the
footlights with a booming voice in a regu-
lar old-time minstrel rendition of Brass
Ban Ephraim Jones'" All, man, it was
just too grand.
And then, without moments warning,
stepped out Of the circle and showed them
all how Silver Threads Among the
Gold" should be sung. Up to this point
Mr.. Galleher and his watch fob had not
done much besides announcing, but MIR.
Crow introduced him in a song entitled
whats the Use of Dreamin?" No one
an answer but the question
was reiterated several times in a loud
chorus.
Morgan, Felt and Proctor did a bit of
while the four end men tried
their hands and feet in an imitation of
the campus cops of college Hero"
fame.
Most Popular Quips.
A strict watch on the jokes resulted in
the decision that the most popular quip
was that one where the end man says:
81 ate some gold SOUP" and the inter-
locutor says:
"Gold soup; tell me, Mr.. Bones. what is
gold soup?"
And the end man says: 'Twenty-four
carrots"
or course. he made play on twenty
four karats, and every one recognized
the point right away:
.'Why is a rate like a bale of hay?"
was another favorite. It ran in second
place. The answer is, Because the cat'll
eat it," "Catr," Of course, is cattle"
Do you follow?
1t was a huge success. The future of
high-class classic dramatics at Tech is in
peril. After this it will be less Elizabeth
an drama and more black face. The
Young men and women responsible for
last nights carnival of fun, in addition
to the stellar members already mention
ed. were the following members of the
black face chorus: Archie l.. Gibson.
Frank B. Morgan. H. Alvin Lake. Allen
Carpenter. Frank V. Donegan. John T.
Rudy, Walter L. Saunders. Gilbert F.
Hauke. Rolla G. Onyun. E. Neiss. Karl
SON. Charles NJ Willis, L. Klopfer, Ed |
ward l.. Hardisty. A. Hahn. J. Elroy
Humphrey, d. Gibbons, F. Campbell,
Harold r. Northup. Frank b. Proctor,
Russell N. Low, Herman A. Blau, l.. Ell
tenger. Roland Thompson, Perrie Nc
Lean. Royal Tinker. Fred w. Dodson,
B. MCGOWAN, E. j. Johnson and Ernest
e. Blau.
List of Music Makers.
'Tech's' orchestra is composed of Lee
Crandall, director: John H. Phillips. con-
cert master; Charles r. Appel, jr, Reuben
Schmich, Clay c. Holmes, violins; Ar
mold V. Stuberauch. jr. Salvatore Car
rioto and Roy l.. Jackson, ciarincts -Ad-
Philip G. Wrightman comets: j. Blynn
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