Word: ediss
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...with the role of a vivacious young thing who plays around the stage with all kinds of nods, becks, and wreathed smiles; and when Miss Standing is called upon to frolic, her admirers must either stay away or keep looking steadfastly elsewhere. Mr. Mowbray and Miss Dudgeon and Miss Ediss also ran: the sogginess of the track was too much for everybody...
...bright spot remains. The acting of "The Rotters" was superb in spite of the difficulties of a first night performance. There was not a line into which the actors, particularly Miss May Ediss, who impersonated a young person of 15 or so, and Alan Mowbray in the part of the chauffeur, did not put all the life possible...
...truth. And all the more surprising is this smile when one realizes the position that gentleman was in. For a goodly part of three acts he had to suffer Miss Newcombe's ranting conception of a lady, Miss Grande's deliberately indecorous delineation of a lorgnette holder, Miss Ediss's usual attempt at Copleyesque charades, and the sibilant syllables of Miss Elspeth Dudgeon. . . who first, as a woman with balloons and later as a lady without balloons, brought applause to the hands and grins to the laces of the usual Copley clientele. And that is something...
...Lady Tonbridge's Charleston arena, nee home. The only thing it really adopts itself to is Mr. Mowbray's smile that was quite satisfying. Yet the best of smiles cannot cure the pain of the last lines. Those remain forever--shouted in the pseudo-alcoholic accents of Miss Ediss--"It's the will...
...keen" world, who likes his vicarship with lambent sincerity, who knows enough of life to misunderstand death--he is exact and competent, more so than can usually be expected in stock productions with red asbestos curtains and singleton orchestras. Miss Newcombe as the formidable Mrs. Clivedon-Banks; Miss Ediss as Mrs. Midget, romanticist atheist--they do not quite approach reality. The one is too boisterously appreciative of the buffoonery in her part; the other is too tautly expressive of the emotive possibilities of hers. Yet it is but fair to admit that they are attempt-a tremendous undertaking. This "painted...