Jay Butler is the slightly fey straight man. Ann Butler gives the slightly risqué punchlines with a bit of a Mae West style of speaking, and ends with a similar recitation, all while waving a large, gauzy handkerchief.
It's a back-and-forth two-act that looks like they have done it so many times that there's little life left in it. It depends on its air of naughtiness and in the relatively clean air of 1920s vaudeville was undoubtedly as blue as the major circuits would stand; the Keith-Albee chain in particular prided itself on being a family-friendly venue. To a modern audience, however, with its relatively open and overt sexuality, this would seem disingenuous.
It's a back-and-forth two-act that looks like they have done it so many times that there's little life left in it. It depends on its air of naughtiness and in the relatively clean air of 1920s vaudeville was undoubtedly as blue as the major circuits would stand; the Keith-Albee chain in particular prided itself on being a family-friendly venue. To a modern audience, however, with its relatively open and overt sexuality, this would seem disingenuous.
