The Washington times., 1934-12-04

~ WAAA SC"AAN IAC%~N'
troupe, by virtue of their con-
tract, must travel from town
to town.
Miss Abbott emergeS from the
stage door exit and no longer
is she the gay young person Of
the stage. Her father, 1 learn,
has passed away only a few days
previously. Wednesday night,
in doubt as to which opening to
attend, 1 select, in spite of ad-
verse advance notices, "Re-
venge with Music" and learn
that no play is really bad un-
til 1t is bad on its official OPEN
ing night. Revenge with Mu-
sic," indeed, proved a pleasing
surprise with melodies that de-
lighted and will linger for
months to come. The opera is
effective, too, in its scenic orig
inality and Miss Libby Holman
revealed that she had lost none
Of her pre-headline charm Of
voice. L wish truly that the
story itself were not quite so
weak and dish.watery.
I could not help oUerhedr
q conversation betWeen Mrs.
IrUing Berlin and Moss Hart in
Dhich the former Miss Mackay
deplored the insincerity OF peo-
pie in eruding excess enthNSt-
Gsn1 over plays or music Which
Were bad, merely because they
were the product OF close
friends. "It a thing is bad,"
snapped Mrs. Berlin, "it'S bad
even it your best friend wrote
it,. .However, / could not as
certain Dhether it 1DdS a play.
or q book, or a song, to Uhich
she waS referring. :. L lost them
in the croDd as Moss Hart as
serted solemnly, "You are so
right-So Uery right"
Broadway, sincerely or other
wise, was shouting "The king is
dead, long live the king"-or the
equivalent thereof, as it filed out
of the Manhattan Music Hall
after viewing Lew Browns first
night club productions worthy
successor to the energetic Billy
Roses offering 1t is an elab-
crate and highly spirited show
that Mr.. Brown has patched to-
gether with the aid of Harry
Akst and young Mr.. Danny
Dare, who directed the dances.
1t abOunds in comedy fur
nished by the amazingly agile
and ambitious Mr.. Al Trahan,
who, when he isn't turning SON.
ersaultS or being mauled by his
wifely partner, plays the piano,
sings a melOdiOuS baritone or
stands on his head There is,
too, an hilarious bit in which
the six fat girls sweep their am
pie skirts aside to reveal sex
tette of Lilliputians-and there
is, to lend beauty and charm,
the delightful Carolyn Marsh,
whom this department first un-
earthed in an obscure little night
club many months ago.
Miss Sally Rand, "shielding"
her nudity 1Dith the huge BAL
loon, dances out in the blue
shGdo1Us of the Paradise floor,
Monday night, and I StriUe for
the big inner thrill Dhich
should be mine at beholding
the much-publicized and daring
grace of the little girl Uho
made good, but somehow /
haze much more personal fun
When the little girls of the
chorus do their routine steps
the little 10y SteW1rts and the
Barbara BeckS and the Thelna
PierreS and the Mickey Seidens,
ct al. Perhaps, it's the low.
broW in me.
Miss Nancy Carroll sits in
back of me and across the floor
I spot the dimpling Miss Leah
Ray just as heading the show
girls, Evelyn Crowell stalks to-
ward me-back from Europe
and numerous romances of
glamor-in which even a Duke
figured, or so goes the common
report. On Seventh Avenue.
run into Harry Rosenthal, or
chestra leader at the Piquale,
bursting over with enthusiasm
because his baby sons beaming
little pan is to be featured in
poster advertising of a leading
brand of milk. AT so much per
month. Snapshots. It he Al