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...give the public a Super-Feature Musical Comedy Satire, as advertised. The funniest thing of all is when the hero, protesting his constant affection for the heroine who is about to leave him and home for Hollywood, suddenly ceases his disconsolate farewell sobbing to administer unto the wayward lass a terrific kick in the pants. An adagio dancing pair, Deenova and Berinoff, amazed and pleased. A more perfectly trained chorus does not kick along Broadway...
...Shubert operetta. In Katja, however, there is more than enough humor and music to relieve the redundancy of thought. Having already charmed the British, it brings to this civilization "Leander", a song that needs no comment because everyone will soon know it by heart; Doris Patston, a pert lass who captivates; Jack Sheehan, comedian, who exchanges an honest laugh for every minute of the audience's attention; Lilian Davies, prima donna, and Allan Prior, tenor, who can sing, act, and look handsome all at the same time. With its old fashioned harmonies and duets, Katja stands first...
...Broadway's fresh delights. The dull book goes on at length concerning a simple maid who is about to be begged, borrowed, or stolen from her French Academy shelter by ruthless wooers, when Stone, the elder, swoops along in an airplane, hanging by his heels, and flips the lass into a heavier-than-air-haven. Loud applause-for sweet Dorothy, her still agile ancestor, and Mr. Dillingham's sumptuous effects...
...show's greatest asset. So likable is Eddie that even the most churlish fellow finds himself shamed into trying to enjoy the production. That is not so hard, really, in spite of the sticky sentimentality that inevitably gums a musical comedy book about a country lad, a country lass, a dream, and a cottage at the end of Honeymoon Lane. It is easier to forget Eddie's slush because Florence O'Denishawn dances thru it all like a fairy on a moonbeam...
...Gloria Swanson, Eugene O'Brien). Those primarily interested in the Marquise de la Falaise de la Coudraye will take pleasure in seeing her displayed over at least ninety-five per cent of the entire length of her newest film. Her story is that of a poor but honest lass from a downtown burlesque show. She is vital. She turns handsprings, plays with a parrot. She is not like the pale water flowers of young Mr. Alden's Park Avenue set. So Mr. Alden decides to marry her. But first she must learn fine manners. Alas! Fine manners destroy...