Eva Tanguay hits St. Catherine Street! Now that's entertainment!

   Eva Tanguay - a massive vaudeville star for a brief time about a century ago, was born in the review, a brilliant piece of writing. I would love also to find reviews of W.C. Fields who brought his
juggling act to this burg at least twice, in 1907 and 1910.

Eastern Townships but made her name in the states. She performed at Bennett's Theatre which still stands on St. Catherine and City Councillors here and here is

   In an apotheosis of sartorial abbreviation that is calculated to throw any conscientious Rainy Daisy into an attack of the Green-Eyed-Monster, Eva Tanguay, she of the cyclonic temperament, and correspondingly distended salary, has come and been seen. At Bennett's Theatre this week, where the doors were kept open for six more days for her special benefit, this madcap artist of the vaudeville stage, in things which were almost clothes, has managed to escape the gilded youth of gay Manhattan long enough to give the Montreal chappies a fair field in the competition. That they were not slow to appreciate their opportunities seemed manifest from the prolonged applause which greeted everything this energetic woman attempted to do. One William Shakespeare came to the conclusion about three hundred years ago that the sandpaper treatment of the voice was an excellent thing in woman; but, then, William had never seen Eva on the rampage. The Tanguay is distinctly an American product, and, like olives, is an acquired taste.
   Having developed at least a forty horse-power lung action, she simple tore her songs up by the roots. The effect, therefore, upon her audience was as exhilarating as an automobile ride in a high wind. In fact, people had to hold fast to their chairs to prevent being carried off their feet during the twenty or so minute she held the boards. She did all this and then, as she expressed it, still had some breath left. It is doubtful if as much could be said of her audience, which seemed to delighted in the strenuous treatment. The Tanguay's songs are nothing in themselves. There is nothing whistly or catchy about any of her numbers. Verily, there is nothing about them except the Tanguay, and she is all over the place all the time. How the lady has so far held out against nervous prostration is a matter of amazement almost as wonderful a test of endurance as the seeming physical welfare of her audience.