Evening star., 1934-08-15

n villain who first tossed
One of the larger audiences of the
season gave him a major send-o1-
and why it is that he will reappear
only tomorrow night and Saturday
night, instead of Wednesday, Thurs
day, Friday, Saturday, Sunday ETC.,
Is not quite clear.
For its initial performance in
Washington, old man "Drunkard" re-
ceived really an excellent hand. He
was helped, however, no end by LADY
In a black "beetle" bonnet who struck
gold between the acts, when she
sang "The Girl in the Gilded Gage"
Come Josephine, in My Flying Ma
chine" and other ballads which used
to rock grandma to sleep. Rebecca
Tarwater, who can sing anything
from a Southern folk song to I
Can't Give You Anything But Love.
Baby" Gf she wants to-, walked away
with first honors.
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IF YOU want to have a good time
Il while you are devouring those Will
lard pretzels, keep her out there on the
stage, listen to her sing and watch
the bounce of her hustle. Miss Tar
water has done so many things OF
note in the amusement line in Wash
ington (remember her singing with
the National Symphony Orchestra two
seasons ago), that this isn't perhaps
surprising. Nevertheless, to IND her
last week as "Alice in Wonderland"
and this week as P. T. Barnum
lassie is something that should make
YOU believe that there isn't anything
this talented young lady can't do.
Mr.. Barnum, as a matter of fact,
might have sighed If he could have
seen the boys and girls giving THE
Drunkard" q bit of a bird" last
night. But he would have been the
only one to complain. Every one
present seemed to think it was swell.
And that square acre of Warrenton
which came up from Virginia to see
one of it's native sons (Isham Keith,
jr.) tread the boards, almost split the
roof wide open every time the young
gentleman appeared. Mr.. Keith not
only spoke his lines with verve but
led the singing afterward with every
evidence of Joy. Clad in bottle
green ensemble" of yesteryear, he
was the very symbol of success.
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EVEN more provocative was Eliza
beth Pritchard Eve gave her the
wrong hat last week. who not only
directed the production, but ran all
the way through it as the tortured
wife and mother. And little Ethel
Hayden, as the daughter, came out
between the acts and sang something
about poppy where art thou" with
such sincerity that If poppy Hayden
wasn't in the audience she's probably
got 10 other poppies by now.
John Lloyd Sikken can, of course,
play hero" better than any one In
town-and his enthusiasm last night
was all to the good. Mr.. Forney
Reese, as the mad-hatter villain, came
in for more than q couple Of hand
fuls of snow and applause, and others
who won huzzas and whatnots includ-
ed Ann Ives (can you raise your voice
just a mite more?), William Dowton,
Maurice Jarvis (there's an actor for
you), and Walter Studdiford, whose
work at the pianoforte should not be
overlooked.
You know the play-but you may
not know all the Roof Players.
They're o. K. except for the fact that
they had best yowl a little more.
Some of those Fourteenth street troll
leys got the better Of them last night.
"A DDENDA on "The Drunkard":
"A Hugo Inden's sets were worth
more than a casual inspection
and there were Marguerite LIE Hand
and Marvin Mcintyre having them
selves time in the very front of the
house the post-show community
singing was loud and clear, but we
should have preferred more Of Miss
Tarwater THE Tavern" newest
downtown swanky wine parlor, opened
with bang after the show and
who should be there but Caroline Nc
Kinley and Bess Davis Schreiner sur
rounded by gentry the music
was just what it should have been
being slow and rhythmic and
playing those neat gay ninety jigs with
just the proper tempo -. pop went
many a beer bottle while the
''press table" looked bit lonely it
was at least inhabited by three and
four people Gncluding lady called
"Trixie" who regaled the group with
cunning anecdotes), who seemed to
enjoy every minute of 1t Among
those present: Many and many
Keith; Fulton Lesser Zone time Majorca
RESIDENT, from Baltimore, and Host
Harry Sommerville in a George Mar
shall dinner jacket.
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nON'T forget the show at the How
ard tonight-that midnight show
in honor of the Convention of Chiefs
of Police. The curtain will go up
at 1915 a.m.-and Bill Robinson, the
Pickens Sisters, Popeye the Sailor will
be on hand. Ethel Waters should
come down and sing Heat Wave"