Word: ende
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Gentlemen, the New England Repertory has really been kicking the gong around of late. With a flying swan dive off the deep end, they have produced "Adam the Creator" by the Czech "enfant terrible" of the theatre, Karel Capek. The general keynote of the script is that God made an awful mess of things during those first seven days--but then, again, is there anyone in the audience who thinks he could do a better...
...Devine tightened his grasp on the regular left end position over Gene Lovett by holding forth at that station all afternoon. And Club Peabody now rates a slight edge on Don Lowry in their nip-and-tuck scrap for the starting left guard assignment. Dick Pfister is his running mate at right guard...
...end of the hour, the little man darted out of the room, and with surprising agility succeeded in getting through the milling mob. For a minute, the Vagabond was afraid that he had lost him, but he soon regained the musty scent. Vag, following hot on the trail, just caught a glimpse of him, dashing into the protective spaciousness of Claverly. Vag broke into a mad run and flung himself into the hall just in time to see a tiny door at the end of the hall being quickly shut...
With the announcement telephoned from Washington yesterday that the final contracts are on the way, Harvard's civilian pilot applicants will take to the air by the end of this week, according to Dr. William Bollay, instructor in the ground course...
...across. The production at the Copley, however, started off like a funeral procession. About the middle of the first act hope was fast fading when in whooped Erford Gage in a coon skin coat and the show began to shake the dust off its feet. By the end of the second act everyone was talking at once. Mr. Gage was roaring up and down stairs, Joan Croydon (Julie) was standing mid-stage screaming her head off, and things looked brighter. Things continued to look bright straight through to the final curtain...