Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1916-09-26

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Captain Paul Pstrow ...,,.,,. .stewsri baird
Act The one; Of the tirand ts Tc,eE Bomsk.
Russia. Act Room In the Governors Palace.
Act s-Entresol OF the Grand Hotel.
she's too innocent" said the lady in D.
She meant Sybii. who WAS coming down
the stairs in brown frock
NAV" rejoned her husband. They like
that kind OF stun."
They certainly did. They Ia theaterfuD
liked Il from eight-nfteen till way past
eleven. They liked sybil's too frequent sing
ing and her too lnfreQuent dancing. on the
whole they liked the entire operetta, even
though II was more grand opera than mu-
steal comedy. They liked the uuivering
eyes Of the singer, who pretended she was
grand duchess to save soldier-lover a
deserter for her sake, from death. For OF
such matter was the book to which MIR.
Jacob had appended his pretentlous, often
brilliant and sometimes CONVENTIONAL score.
The composer frequently justified HIM
self With the harp. glissando. he gave
swift grace TO walt1es ancient In them
selves. He made martial noise with the
cynbals and drums. The old structure of
the Germanic operetta he coated over with
a pretty covering of orchestral paint and
spangles.
Yet they" (who rule, please remember)
voted Mr.. jacob as nothing when Mr.
Brian In all his dapperness, drifted on to
| the stage.
Amt he agiie'" Whispered the lady in d.
| We'll, he can't do much else, you know"
| said her husband.
Against backgrounds that began by being
a reflection of the old American methods OF
scene-contrivlng. ana ended In something
more like the up-to date Russian stun, Mr..
Brian was heroic, wore uniforms and
danced, once with the thistledown toed
| Cissie Sewell. Miss Sanderson smiled her
| svelte smile and changed gowns and pouted
| very da!ntily. 1t was all like q miniature
entertainment; all pastel, with no passion
| of divine nonsense the hirted fan and the
discreet ankle were in evidence: Mr.. Baird
| voiceless but valiant. did the lover sweetly
| 20 Miss Sanderson's heroine.
Then came Mr.. Cawthorn, What though
he had thrown his concertina away and
given himself red eyebrows? With tina,
divining sense which is the artistic birth
right OF the comedian Otto reached out and
| from the air caught and imprisoned laugh
ter-idiotic. devastating, toxic. He told
how he never met his bills: Just dodged
EN- Men should dress to match theiI
hair" his wife told him. what about
baldies?" he came back at her. to the tune
OF their" engulhng mirth. He took limo
cent pleasantrles of the nineties and con
verted them into seeming new ones. II,
told a Russian dlgpitary he looked NOR,
like Villa every day. Caught ip a fiat lie
he evaded with the plausibility and half
hidden embarrassment of John Drew.
One interpolated song now the property
of the cafes) he did supremely well. 81 car
dance as good as Castle but with her IT.,
Just a wraste," he confided OF his spouse
And with the slightest of material he KEEP
them" in a jolly mood through the Ions
evening.
lady I'm ID.
'You betr' agreed her husband. THAI
made Il unanimous. b. d.