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Others of the clay frontierswomen are as frail as Lillian Gish (F. Lynn Jenkins'), as strong as Abe Lincoln (James Fraser's), cute as Ann Pennington (Mario Korbel's), homely as Will Rogers (Mahonri Young's), expressionless as the Venus de Milo (Arthur...
...beastly Karamazov nature, whereupon his tower of reason topples into madness. With two love stories, these three threads are woven into an intricate stage pattern, directed by Jacques Copeau, who came to the U. S. for that special purpose, enacted by a cast including Alfred Lunt, Clare Eames, Lynn Fontanne, Dudley Digges, George Gaul, Edward Robinson. It will alternate weekly with Pygmalion...
...Lynn J. Frazier, 52, Senator from North Dakota, slow-moving, slow-speaking, is a real dirt farmer. He owns 480 acres of wheat in the Red River Valley and has never had a crop failure. In 1916 the embattled farmers and the Non-Partisan League elected him Governor of North Dakota. His round face beamed like a child with a new puzzle, but the farmers were pleased, so they sent him to the Senate in 1923. A radical at Washington, he is just a good, big farmer* out in the Red River Valley. Republicans who ousted him from the regular...
Pygmalion. G. B. Shaw's sage play with a wink is enjoying flawless production at the Guild Theatre. Under Philip Moeller's direction, it emerges a dramatic symphony. Lynn Fontanne (who spent her summer in London picking up a cockney dialect and wardrobe) plays the wild specimen of the slums. Henry Travers is her ragged parent with Shavian grievances against middle-class morality. Together with Beryl Mercer as a simple housekeeper who understands women better than the celebrated bachelor scientists, they offer as fine a performance as the Guild or any other organization, can boast for this season...
...Lynn on a Saturday afternoon, when Mrs. Daugherty is in the Hub buying lineoleum for the kitchen floor, and diapers for the kid, or Harvard on a Saturday afternoon, when the town goes mad, and forgets lineoleum and diapers, and even the sun is in league with the newspapers at it sets in fiery crimson behind Soldiers Field: is there any choice...