The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1915-05-02

he. He asks you whether you like
THE Witching Witches" or TOO
Much Mustard" Food is no longer
something to enjoy. 1t is merely some
thing to keep your hands occupied
while you look and listen. Food is
foolish habit foisted upon us by
our ancestors, who could not foresee
how 1t eventually would interfere with
drinking and dancing.
The lady who draws suggested
something new for the cabarets. Her
notion is to have the show match the
menu, different act for every course.
each apropos OF the food.
Take the fish, for example. What
more in keeping with this course than
Annette Kellermann in her famous div
ing act, assisted perhaps by a school
OF mermaids or group of modern
sirens Of the beach in natty bathing
suits? Would the middle aged gentle
man from Kokomo in town to scatter
some Of the dividends and see the
sights enjoy his dinner under such
conditions? He would.
And for the least II IRE might he
something heavy. A bit of Ham
let" an act from "King Lear" a prob
lem playlet. a goose flesh drama, a
thirty minute tragedy.
When there is a squad supper vito
n real human one Of the species to sit
opposite you and kiss the rim of the
glass wherein the grape bubbles what
could be more appropriate than a
whole row of "squabbies" whisking
their skirts and preening their feath-
ers to the tune Of a ragtime melody?
And a chicken dinner too should be
served with the same spicy sauce, espe-
cially when the host is past 40 and is
heavily upholstered with flesh and
bank notes.
For salad why not the salad duo.
Lettice and Tomaso. This could be
costume number. Lettice all in bright,
ruffly green and Tomaso in scarlet.
The lyrics of their songs should be
we'll seasoned with paprika and their
dancing show smooth. oily move
ment. Imagine them singing I'm the
Land OF Mayonnaise" while one toys
with asparagus. What salad would
not be the better for such a garnish?
Sweets for the sweet. When des-
scrt time comes we may expect one
of those cloying love scenes Robert
W. , pulS lnlp MS anu
various composers of musical comedy
put into their lines for Julia Sander
son and Donald Brian and such like
folk to interpret.
If the dessert is ice cream, II might
be better ito call the scene meltingly
sweet. The ingenue stands in the mid
die OF the spotlight swinging her
dainty shoulders from side to side.
gazing coyly up through the edge of
couture designed especially for this
production by William Hepner, wig
maker of the stars. The juvenile gets
the look. which is his cue to wrap his
arms twice around the ingenue. burst
forth into a passionate love ditty.
bend the girl in semicircle back
across his knee. and implant n three
minute soul kiss on her carefully car
mined lips Then the orchestra starts
n hesitation waltz and the two of them
glide gracefully through the exit.
Coffee and cheese | leave TO the im-
agination. though my private opinion
is it should have something to do with
fierce looking Turks in bristling mus
taches and turbans. and with plump
little Dutch "maedchens" in starched
white caps and wooden shoes.
Cant l go anywhere and sit down
for bite of dinner without having a
lot of bum music dnned into my ear"
demanded a blond. base Old Manhat-