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...Wilste, Holstein, Henry Moeller, 15, decided to go to sea, sailed on a clipper ship for Hongkong. His aunt said goodbye to him and presented Henry Moeller with an umbrella of purple silk with a carved snakewood handle. "It will be handy in case it rains," she said...
Fifteen years ago three men sat in a bookshop. They argued as to whether Lord Dunsany's play The Glittering Gate was easy to act. Finding a copy of it on a shelf, they made the simplest test. Robert Edmond Jones shaped scenery from wrapping paper. Philip Moeller and Edward Goodman gestured, intoned romantic lines. Helen Westley, who happened in, was audience. From this beginning came the Washington Square Players and eventually the Theatre Guild.* Starting officially in 1919, the Guildsmen planned two plays for their first season. They estimated they would need $2,000. They got $675-revenue...
...most terrifying murder one may find on any stage of the Rialto. The third hardest play to get tickets for is the Theatre Guild's production of "Caprice", a light and not too well written farce by the Hungarian Sil-Vara, made vastly entertaining by the direction of Philip Moeller and the fine playing of Alfred Lunt and Lynn Fontanne. The Guild still sponsors that five hour marathon by O'Neill, "Strange Interlude", whose latest and far less successful play, "Dynamo" closes tonight...
...college quip which serves less as a cause than an excuse for laughter. Caprice is the comedy of an artist, not a farceur, though it contains moments of mediocre farce. The author is a Viennese, Geza Sil-Vara, and it is his first play (adapted by Director Moeller) to be presented in the U. S. Alfred Lunt and Lynn Fontanne stroke the velvet and stir the smooth cream of Caprice, Lynn Fontanne wearing wigs, dresses by Jeanne Lanvin, hats with small, Mercurial wings attached to them...
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...