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Show - t. y i1" THE SALT LAKE TRIBUNE, .SUNDAY MORNING, JUNE , 4 i. --A MONDAY MATINEE iif j'y' .7$. ato J;l 4, 1922. By W. E. HILL. ' Copyright, 1922, by The Chicago Tribune V 3 Jr H ,Ja 111 The colored act. "Green, Howard and Green, jazx hounds, is the way the ad reads in Billboard. Two members of the act are so VERY dressy, and wear so MANY clothes, that for a week afterward the workday of the entire colored population will be seriously disrupted. (Wait till you hear Miss Green sing "I Got Those LoneiomcMgma Blues.) Thats talent for you! so-cie- ty fixed up for afreet The t dn t go very today. Cold house. Acrobat (ril La Belle Grigo-latt-i, from the European halls, who toe dances) blithely up the stepladder and down again. La Belle, opens the show: Film star, about oft, tn person, as advertised. Will th audience how much she loves each and every mem-:r- fcer of it how her gUd she it t0 count them tU ind thats about aU. After which, the feature film will be' shown ,, He MAY be part of the show, but I think hes drunk! Two vaudeville patrons in box B cant sprite make out whether the man in the audience is meant to join in on the second chorus or nett The curtain speech. "I just want to say. , ladies and gentlmen, ten behalf of myself and my partner, how happy we are to be here. Being here la Brooklyn is just like being back in our boyhood home again and I just want to say that I wish 1. could tell each one of The classy delineator of feminine types" has removed his wig at the end of his act. and. oh. Isnt he being tough and rough Its for the moment only, however. .fit The big goodbye finish of the Tumbling Sylvesters is nothing ft not 100 per cent American. f The basket trick. The great and cnly Tsudo, Oriental illusionist and king of necromancy, will now proceed to shut the beautiful houri (none other than Mrs. Maude Foley in private life) within the basket. Oh, the things tvat man is going to do to that basket! He will jab knives into it snd ahoot guns at it till youd think the lady would be in a very scattered state. But no, just when you expect the worst Tsudo removes the basket top and there isnt a trace of Miss Foley, the houri. Whereupon Miss Foley win trip in from the (wings, smiling sweetly, just to how theres no hard feeling in consequence of her daily rendezvous with death. ( -- And where does your papa spend Ms evenings, Johnny? asks the lady ventril-oqui"In the cellar, answers Johnmakin home ny. What WILL (brew they think of next! st I ! , tr i |