Word: playgoers
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...gentleman committed suicide, leaving all his horses to her because she was the last person he saw, Velvet knew that her star was due to rise. How it rose, and to what heights, Au thor Bagnold should be left alone to tell. The Author. Many a Manhattan playgoer remembers the delightfully improbable Serena Blandish (1929) ; it was taken from the novel of the same name written (but not acknowledged) by Enid Bagnold. Author of only four acknowledged books (a war diary, poems, a child's book, a novel), Author Bagnold has an English reputation that might surprise those...
There is nothing new under the sun, we were told and believed it. There is never anything which has not been in the past, they said, and we took them at their word. And yet last night the Playgoer was treated to something new under the sun, and first-nighters will get a glimpse of this miracle when the curtain rises on "Sarah Simple," current production of the Dramatic Club, in Brattle Hall tonight...
...Luxe (by Louis Bromfield & John Gearon; Chester Erskin producer) is the kind of play which is so embarrassingly bad that it makes a playgoer's flesh crawl. Billed as "a play about the end of an epoch," it presents a frieze of specious, spotty and purportedly War-wrecked characters against a recent Armistice Day celebration in Paris. Rarely encountered outside the pages of bogus novels, these gloomy folk go about telling each other that they are "so tired," complaining of "the jitters," wishing they were dead. Once in a while one encourages another to "buck...
...Elizabethan days every dramatist was a poet, every playgoer a poetry lover. But nowadays poets generally leave their Muse behind when they go to town. To most moderns, poetic drama means selfconscious, little-theatre stuff-&-nonsense. Ambitious Poet Archibald MacLeish (Conquistador), seeing no good reason for the modern notion that Poetry is by nature a bad actor, has tried his hand at a verse-play. His first attempt. Panic, took him 16 months to write.* Playgoing readers will find it an exciting experiment, will hope Author MacLeish's example may attract some others...
...Playgoer doesn't know yet whether Miss Harding's fruity lines are intended as a satire on Bloomsbury romanticism, or whether the authoress thought she was writing some pretty telling stuff. He is inclined to give Suburbia the benefit of the doubt. It must be a Message...