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Show I? COMING ATTRACTIONS. I Salt Lak- Theatre San Carlo Opera Company, April 15-17; Blanche Walsh, April 18-20. 'I . That this good old town is the 1 greatest amusement center in America fit considering population has been (. demonstrated every day and every tf night during the past week. All the lb theatres were crowded and that most ifK convincing sign of all, S. R. O., has h , been displayed with startling frcqucn- 1f - cy.- When the tally sheets in the box offices arc figured up tonight, the week will have passed into theatre history as a convincing argument that Salt Lakers aided and abetted by Conference crowds arc entitled to 1 the long distance championship. k" Ask any theatre manager in town - ,' and hear his willingness to confirm i all 1 haVe written. It will be impossible to review, in ! this issue, the fluttering of that raiu- . bow-winged butterfly, Lillian Russell, j in her latest foot-light success now J, running at the Salt Lake Theatre. 'For twenty years this remarkably ; preserved woman has been on 1 pe- r destal receiving the adulation of those who pay honiagc to beauty. Time, the relentless thief of youth, has stolen none of the gold from Lillian's Lil-lian's sunshine tresses, nor has he pilfered the fair bloom fromi her face; ! neither has he robbed her of those richer treasures, the artless graces, which are the flower and fragrance of lovely woman. And although time lias often before reached laughing eyes and ruby lips, making them dim Sand pale; although often before he has put his white hands on hair and made it gray, still, with all his reaching, reach-ing, time has not yet reached the face or figure of Lillian Russell. Airy fairy Lillian, indeed! Go and sec her tonight in "The Butterfly." She takes the part of a gay, vivacious widow a fluttering, flittering thing of grace and beauty, buttcrflying her way over the flower gardens of Sara- !toga and New York. Manager Jennings of the Orphcum is one of those who believe that a Conference tide, when taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. The nightly coii. ,, in tire box office rather more man confirmed the suspicion. sus-picion. From the irrigated farms of Cache valley to the arid belt in Millard county, our visiting friends had heard of the Orphcum. So they came, they saw and, of course bought tickets. The result has been something over which Mic stockholders may shout dividends. Somehow, by one of those tricks which sometimes enables a manager to set his sails for the wind, the bill at the Orphcum this week is a harbor of joy for the countryman. Josh Perkins in the gallery and Ma-rinda Ma-rinda Jones in the parquettc are convulsed con-vulsed at Dave Nowlin, the story teller tel-ler with the " flexible voice." Some of Dave's stories will live down in plowtown until the call of the city again brings Mr. Perkins and Miss Jones to Salt Lake. The musical doings of Quigg, Mackey and Nick-erson, Nick-erson, will for a long time set the echoes flying in the ears of the good people from Cloverdalc. And the naughty, naughty French dancing of La Belle Viola, with its more than generous display of well filled stockings stock-ings and the flashing Rhinestone gartermy, gar-termy, oh myl won't the boys from Brigham city be the envy of the other oth-er fellows when they tell the storyl The wonderful intelligence displayed dis-played by Lamont's educated cockatoos cocka-toos arc a surprise to city folk and country folk alike. The " Dancing Daisies " arc an enticing en-ticing number on the program head liners, in fact. Some of these young ladies look like new recruits to the foot-lights as their faces are still unfamiliar un-familiar with the deeper mysteries of the paint pot. However, the Dancing Danc-ing Daisies have been well trained and their pretty evolutions, with frequent fre-quent change of customes, make a scries of moving pictures quite bewildering be-wildering to the eye. Every one of the girls especially the little Daisy on the right may be sure she has made an individual impression im-pression upon the susceptible youth from out of town. Indeed, I heard one hay as much and he mcanl it, too, by gosh! Those of the Conference crowd that wandered into the Salt Lake Theatre during the Purple Hysteria, last Wednesday and Thursday, must have been frightened out of their country boots. Some of the show seemed so real. This world's aggregation aggre-gation of surc-thing-actors, confidence confi-dence comedious and bunco tragedian trage-dian were the speed limit for fast travellig. Some of the boys almost rode their wooden horses to death. I use the words, "wooden horses," figuratively. Among such a ponderous display of bursting genius, it would be unfair, not to say cruel, to single ouc any individual and hand him a bunch of lilacs. Every one of the boys deserved de-served a hand out. Some rather more than others, but let that pass. The Elks' Purple Minstrel show and Extravaganza will live long in the annals of local stagc history as one of the greatest ever. The way the crowds have been drifting down Main street is enough 1 make Considine and Sullivan glad that they got into the vaudeville game in old Salt Lake. Sunday night after the two performances 'each of which was packed, there were so many on the outside still clamoring to get in that a third performance had to be given at the Lyric. Going some, eh? One of the best things seen at the Lyric during the week was the clever work of Frank Coombs and Muriel' Stone in "The Last of the Troupe." It was full of bright comedy, catchy music and ginger from start to finish. Dashy, little Muriel Stone with her lively captivating air and vivacious manner had the house going wild with applause. At the matinee today an entirely new bill will be seen at the Lyric. HARRY LE GRANDE. |
