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Three Principals of "The Red Robe" a musical comedy now appearing in Boston, will attend the dancing after the performance of "Fiesta", the Dramatic Club's fall production, tomorrow night. Helen Gilliland, leading lady of "The Red Robe", will be present for the dancing, as will be present for the dancing, as will Manilla Powers and Marjorie Peterson, who are also principals in the musical play...
...least half a millennium no one has thought of Chinamen or Chinawomen as pioneers. They have chosen not the virile and womanly covered wagon, but the sendentary and exquisite silken robe. Today China has only one Daniel Boone -the great Marshal Feng Yu-hsiang. Last week he lectured Chinafolk severely for their timid sit-by-the-hearthishness and failure to pioneer. "Is it any wonder," he roared, "that we are laughed at by imperialist countries, who treat us contemptuously, as though we were their little grandsons? They do not even esteem us as much as their cats and dogs...
...Feng is Feng-and even Mrs. Feng is of the same pioneer stuff. He has never worn a silken robe that she could cling to, nor has she ever tried to restrain his bold and virile Daniel Booning. He leads and she presides over his private army-a band of 150,000 pioneering soldiers, each one of whom knows a trade...
...salutations. As far as his dazzling blue eyes could see, was the People?on roofs and on streets. It took an hour for the Smith automobile to travel 20 blocks. For safety the motor had to be shut off; the People pushed the car. An old man in a robe stood on a truck at Scollay Square; he held aloft a sign saying: "Diogenes looking for Hoover Prosperity." The air was full of a thousand Smiths and not a few O'Briens; they were on pages of torn-up telephone books. It was getting dark. The Smith mounted a bandstand...
Walter Woolf's buoyant masculinity and swordplay carry the show through a somehow familiar tavern scene. After that "The Red Robe" could run along on the magnificent staging of its seventeenth century interiors,s in which Watson Barratt has secured blendings of scenery and costume second only to those in Ames' "Merchant of Venice". But by this time Violet Carlson, yellow-haired and bandy-legged, has started being the only soubrette with a baby voice who was ever funny, and Barnett Parker and Barry Lupino have burlesqued all Flanders hip boots and picture hats out of sight...