The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1916-02-03
SECOND PACKED
HOUSE SEES SHOW
Young Mems Christian Association
Minstrel Repeated at the
Grand Last
Night.
WENT OFF SMOOTHLY
Were No Hitches and DeIayc-Best of
All Y MinstreIs is Consensus
Of keokuk
Opinion.


ton minstrel was repeated again a
the Grand theatre last night to an
other packed house. In fact tn,
theatre was damned as tight as OF
the opening night. Due to the frs
nights experience. the action las
evening went off on clock-work time
and there was no delay or hitch OF
bobble of any kind Everything seem
ed to work just right for a big hit
and when the last curtain went dowr
on America, I Love You" from the
applause that followed, the troupe
knew that it had given the public a
worthy show.
The three previous Y. M C. A. min
strels were all successes, but it is the
consensus OF opinion among Keokuk
critics that for beauty Of scenic eff
fects and appearance and action, the
1915 show as it was presented last
night marks the highest point reached
SO far. When the curtain went up
on the first act, a wave of obs swept
over the audience, for the setting was
an ideal one. The effect was the re-
suit of much hard work on the part
of Arthur Lumberg who constructed
the scenery and property. with the
assistance of Lee Dietz. The scenic
artist, William Buey, also had much
to do in making the two parts attrac-
tive. 1t was these workers who made
1t possible for the chorus to show to
advantage in an excellent setting.
The work of the orchestra in the
show has been much commented upon
and it deserves every grain of praise
for many weary hours were spent in
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duced last night. The Introduction of
their entrance was the signal for the
glad hand.
The various features, which were
many and varied, were all well re-
ceived and amply applauded.
On both nights one joke received
the biggest hand of all. This is it:
Whack-Say Happy, I'm working in
picket factory now.
Orsborn-Oh, come on now Whack,
don't try to pull that old gag about
shaving the warts off Of pickles.
Everybody knows that gag. What's
the matter with you coming around
with such an ancient as that.
Whack-I amt never going to say
anything about shaving the warts off
of pickles. No sir. I'm preparing
Here's another that run good:
Orsborn-Say Earl, when you meet
me on the street 1 want you to re-
spect my presence and speak to me.
Why passed you yesterday and you
refused to say hello to me.
Frank didn't see you.
Orsborn-Why, / saw you twice.
Frank-Well, | don't speak to any
body in that condition.
Here are some other good ones:
Smith-Dfd you know that all mem
bers of the Iowa legislature are
tailors?
orsborn-No, 1 didn't know any of
them were.
Smith-WeII, they are, they made
the saloon Keepers close (clothes).
Orsborn| believe in womans'
rights. 1 think that a woman should
receive mans wages.
Garrfson-Mine receives mine every
Saturday night.
Orsborn-I believe womans' place is
at the poles.
Garrison-Yes the north and south
poles.
Orsborn-Do you and your wife go
out much together?
Garrison-The last time we went
stove exploded.
Smith, see where they are not
going to allow Fords to run over ten
miles an hour now.
Orsborn-How is that?
Smith-Didn't the legislature pass
law against rushing the can.
Petry-My wife told me she could
have married twenty men smarter
than me.
Orsborn-And what did you say?
Petry-T saws know that, that's
low they got away.
Andy-You know my pa always says
grace before meals. And last night
he said Grace" in his sleep and ma
busted him over the head with a wat
er pitcher. Say. you know my pa is
awfuiIy deaf. The other day he was
walking along under railroad trestie
and long comes big freight train
and let's out one great big whistle,
the longest and shrillest I ever heard
and the old man came up and said
Hello, Andy, fine day. There's the
first robin 1 heard this spring" And
he is certainly cross eyed. Last night
at supper he ate off Of my plate all
during the meal.
Smith-When my mother-in-law died
down south, my wife wired TO me:
Dear Bob. mother dead, What shall
we do. have her EN- balmed, buried or
cremated?" l rushed down to the
telegraph office and with nervous
fingers wrote: Eternal vigilance is
the price of safety, take no chances,
do all three"
Fetry-The night l got married
somebody hit me in the head with a
shoe.
Orsborn--'Well, that's nothing. It's
the usual custom.
Petry-But this was the shoe of a