One member
of the cast (of my own sex, too) gave a display of virtuosity in this
_genre_ which was technically superb.
Two insignificant details of management caused me some amusement.
The solemn clang of a gong presaging doom as dire as OEDIPUS'S (and
incidentally inaudible to cigarette smokers in the foyer) gives notice
of the resumption of the play, while at the end of the Acts the curtain
flutters up and down at a feverish pace as if the idea was to get in as
many "calls" as possible before the applause stops. Are we as guileless
as all that, I wonder? And, anyway, no such manoeuvre was necessary. The
applause was hearty, the laughter spontaneous, and anybody who cares for
plays made and played with brains should go and see this engaging piece.
T.
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[Illustration: _Taxi-driver._ "WHERE ARE WE ALL OFF TO?"]
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THE SPREAD OF DEMOCRACY.
"The Earl of Loudoun, whose English seat it is, possesses eight
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