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Friday, March 25, 1921 VARIETY ai * i wm 3c AND *- #• >■■ 0*4 H - ,. .. WHAT * • **■ »* m says about and MAJESTIC THEATRE, CHICAGO, WEEK MARCH 14 JACK LAIT in Variety Out comes a piano. Out comes Ernest Ball. If there is one thing that looks good on a rainy, oppressive day it's Ernie Ball's face. It wears a smile that would make even a blue-Sunday advocate chuckle. He tears into the piano and gags lightly. On comes Maude Lambert. Maudie looks like a chubby bundle of sunshine. Ernie kids her—he thinks he does. She kids him right back—he doesn't think she does. Song. Very good. Exit. Ernie plays and sings his old ones. And that bimbo has a few to pick from. Maude again, in green. An Irish ditty; not so, by jingo. Exit. Back again. "Mother of Pearl." Whew! Here is a mother song ri^ht out of the heart of one man and the throat of one woman into the souls of a thousand men and women. Not a program is heard rustling, not even a breath is heard; the audience is mesmerized with its sentiment, thrilled with its melody. A great crash of applause follows after one moment of suspended ani- mation as the people come back to normality from their dreamland—their dreamland where mother is the good fairy, for they have seen her and felt her and heard her heavenly voice. Ernie and Maudie get away to what goes for a show- stopper here. 'i "MOTHER OF PEARL" is my pet song ■ Poem by a Great Lyricist, -.. - George Graff. Jr. Published by M. WITMARK & SONS Music by Yours Truly ERNEST R. BALL