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...Recorded by Mary Lawton- Boni, Liveright ($3.00). Lord Northcliffe and ''heaps of others" long pestered Cook Rosa Lewis of the Cavendish Hotel, London, for her "story." Now it is told, in her own saucy words, to a honey-tongued minion of The Pictorial Review. From a pigtailed slavey to a wealthy, highly temperamental, badly spoiled but charming intimate of all the Victorian bigwigs including the seventh Edward, his cousin Wilhelm and even some Boston Cabots-that is a story made more remarkable by the absence of any evidence that Rosa operated sub rosa. By sheer elbow-grease, gaiety...
Lass O' Laughter. Flora Le Breton, London actress, has arrived in a comedy that is a mixture of Bertha M. Clay* and lemon meringue pie. She starts as a slavey, advances via an inheritance to the lordly Maxwell Towers, marries the glistening young Earl. So oldfashioned, obvious and generally fallible is the piece that there remain only the efforts of Miss Le Breton for discourse. She is called "the Mary Pickford of England." Many cinema potentates were in the initial audience to judge her values. She turned out to be a small and somewhat fluffy blonde, abounding in energy...
Broadway After Dark. Another Cinderella story. Here a man-about-town, world-weary as all men-about-town are in the cinema, dresses up a little boarding house slavey in the height of fashion and turns her loose his society friends. Author and director seem to have scamped their theme, which is the familiar one of clothes making the woman, for they give spectators no scenes in which to determine "what's wrong with this picture." They furnish a quite human and interesting turn to a hackneyed and rather melodramatic situation, providing Norma Shearer with her chance...
SEVENTH HEAVEN-Helen Menken as a down-trodden Parisian slavey who lashes her bullying sister into submission with a blacksnake whip. Conventional but exciting...
...that is, she sobbed in the right manner, she limped effectively, and she sat in her steamer chair gloriously. Miss Zelda Sears as Mrs. Merrivale and Miss Louise Drew as Clementine contributed the only real humor of the evening. The former, a much bemedecined hyprochondriac, and the latter, her slavey daughter, were presented by the author with bits of dialogue which succeeded in extracting laughs from the audience, although some few lines smacked too much of a close perusal of medical text-books. Such books should be on the Index Expurgatorum, as far as the general public and dramatists...