Word: firsts
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Ladies of the Jury. What theatregoer with a nose for situations would not tingle at the comic possibilities of women doing jury duty? In the first act of this play, in which a murder trial begins, Mrs. Fiske is to be observed as a lorgnetted, matronly juror...
...Democratic-Insurgent Republican coalition first held a special caucus-of-war at the headquarters of Field Marshal Simmons. They decided to reverse their strategy of last Spring limiting tariff fighting only to the Farm Lowlands. They consented to give the regular Republicans battle all along the tariff line, with a view to beating down with their rifle butts all industrial rates that dared pop their heads above the present trench level...
Under Brevet-Brigadier La Follette, the Coalition troops marched forth to open their attack at Chemical Corner, behind which they thought lurked the Dye Trust. ' Their first day's assault was successful. Five Republican generals (Couzens, Jones of Washington, Glenn, Robinson of Indiana, Thomas of Idaho), were made prisoners. The regular Republicans were driven back to the 1913 (Underwood Tariff) line in the gallic acid segment and were hustled out of their trenches (45 to 33) in the tannic acid sector...
...Silver Tassie. The Irish Theatre, [nc., whose roster includes Scans, Culinans, MacGuffins, Ennises, Miceals, Patricks, Liams and Unas, whose sponsors include Llewellyn Powys, Donn Byrne's widow and Otto Hermann Kahn, have taken over the tiny but gallant Greenwich Village Theatre where for their first production of the season they present a haunting, chaotic play by famed Sean 0'Casey of Dublin, author of Juno and the Paycock (TIME, March 29, 1926). Through its symbolism and its brogue you discern the simple story of an Irish footballer who went to war and returned paralyzed below the waist...
...last two acts, acted in the jury room, the spirit languishes. For Mrs. Fiske's absurd first-act character becomes a smart, dominating woman, and what was almost wicked satire becomes burlesque. The jury is shown in impromptu sleeping regalia. Two lovers are interrupted at their devotions by the snores of a red-headed Irishwoman. There are two crusty moralists, a conventionally exploited Scotsman, a maundering poet-all the stencils of farce, with a brace of beauties thrown in for good measure...