HIS MAJESTY'S THEATRE.
A crowded holiday audience warmly applauded the sparkling vaudeville proframrae, presented at His Majesty s 'heatre last night. The Moon-Morris Bevue Company staged a burlesque upon Oscar Asche's "Cairo," which from the spectacular point of view had much to recommend it. The resemblance to "Cairo" was faint, but where the burlesque did touch it tickled. Ed. Warrington, the Sultan (and author), was raountainously and ridiculously dignified, but had very littlo to do. Dan Morris, as Mushapha Drinko, a Turkish spy, replenisher of harems, ar.d back-street* cozener of tourists, was a black-whisk-ered rogue of humour. Nell Fleming, whose abduction for the harem is the gum holding a tissue plot together, made a sparky little American tourist in riding togs, and sang several piqu-antly-worded ditties with effect. The cream of the humour was supplied by George Moon, as a cheek-suited English valet, and his song, "I Hate Women" was the best he has. yet sung here. Syd Buchall, as head servant of the harem, and Ena Gordon as its belle, supplied the sentiment and some fine solos and duets, while Vera Sewell danced divinely. The ballets and scenery were brilliantly coloured and the effect was brightly attained. The whole of the vaudeville portion of the entertainment ,was of first-rate quality. Alex Kelleway, the singing rover, told of a life romance dramatically, yet humorously ruined, and in "Hard-Hearted Hannah," "Doodle de Doo" and more sentimental numbers, proved possession of a" fine baritone voice and unaffected artistry. Grace and Keats, refined entertainers, were clever in songs, grave and gay, at the piano, and staged a dainty little musical quarrel, concluding with "Songs of Yesterday," a well-selected medley, artistically sung. Cavanna, singing harpist <md dancer of the latest American freak, and Cavanna on slack wire, whose body seems to be made of jelly, were warmly applauded. Super jazz was purveyed by the Charton Jazz, Symphonists, each of whom is a soloist of parts on several instruments. The baud excels in time and the weirdest effects are presented in "The Sobbing Blues."
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Evening Post, Volume CX, Issue 155, 29 December 1925, Page 9
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