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With his resignation Gatti made public the correspondence between himself and Board Chairman Paul Drennan Cravath. Mr. Cravath's letters were suitably regretful: "I find it difficult to adjust myself to the thought of the Metropolitan without you in charge. . . ." Sphinxian Gatti was characteristically formal: "This decision is taken in consideration of my rather mature age [65], and of the continued and exhausting hardships of a long directorial career...
...Gatti was in no mood for such reminiscences last week. His pride was hurt. The $1,000,000 surplus had been eaten by Depression. The Metropolitan directors, under Chairman Cravath, had twice voted to beg publicly for money. Their appeals had brought forth life-saving cash but also sharp criticism of Gatti's administration: he was oldfashioned; he was a reactionary, a slave to routine; he was unwilling to experiment with new ideas for scenery and staging...
Ever since the tin-cup campaigns reorganization at the Metropolitan has seemed inevitable. Gatti's resignation, long rumored (TIME, Nov. 28, 1932, et seq.), merely focused in the headlines the necessity for change. When the directors choose to elect Gatti's successor, Chairman Cravath and his associates have a long list of applicants to consider...
...Lucienne Boyer was neither amazed by the splendor of Rockefeller Center nor awed by her first-night audience there which included Rockefellers, Astors, Blisses, Harrimans. Gibsons, Fields, Charles Hayden, Mrs. Dodge Sloane, Paul Drennan Cravath. Places cost $15 apiece,* the best champagne (Moët et Chandon Imperial Crown, 1921) $10 per bottle. Lucienne Boyer was unconcerned. In Paris ever since "Parlez-moi d'Amour" her songs have sold champagne...
...meal with the senior partner of Cravath, de Gersdorff, Swaine & Wood would doubtless have made a much better third act than the one offered in A Hat, a Coat, a Glove. It is a gloomy and exceed ingly unreal courtroom scene in which A. E. Matthews, the suavest English actor on the U. S. stage, bites his nails politely while he refutes a rumbling district attorney. It ends with Lawyer Mitchell telling his wife to blow her nose. She indicates that she loves him still by borrowing his handkerchief...