Word: scenes
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Last week a new author took over the old plot, streamlined it, added exciting new characters, put a punch in every scene. Author of this revised version was a bulky, mustached Yale professor, a Don but no Quixote, Assistant Attorney General Thurman Arnold. Since the construction industry protractedly has proved it cannot cure its own ills, Mr. Arnold sees only one alternative-action under the antitrust laws (which he enforces...
While the heroics of the last scene are enough to make any present-day cynic writhe, it cannot be denied that Mr. Anderson throws down the gauntlet with conviction and carries the waning torch of idealism high and haughtily. As such, the play warrants consideration from cynics and believers alike. Of course, stretching the Anderson thesis a point further, one can see more than a slight tinge of whooping up the Allied cause in the present war and a plea for U.S. intervention. This facet of the play's "message", if taken seriously, would probably make almost anyone writhe...
Unfortunately, Betty Grable has to wear a few clothes; in fact, during the French court scenes, she has to wear a hoop skirt. Such superfluous drapery is the worst sort of nuisance to this particular bundle of joy, for gentlemen, those pictures you've seen don't lie. She provides the visual stimulus, while Ethel Merman tickles the erotic funnybone. Ethel could put over a song to a deaf mute and teach the facts of life to a Trappist monk by gestures alone. And also, there's Bert Lahr, who seems to have brought the Lahr leer...
...more difficulty arose when Nancy wrote Detroit's Council for permission to build the tower. Belle Isle is a city park and playground, site of Detroit's Conservatory, scene of its summer Symphony concerts. Council President Edward J. Jefferies Jr. wanted to know who was going to pay a carillonneur's salary in years to come. Nancy explained: her chimes would need no expert, salaried carillonneur. She got her permit...
...pupil. Our keyboard Casanova is just in the act of kissing his pretty protege when the raised piano-top, behind which they are hiding, expresses its disapproval by solidly falling on the heads of the two lovers. At the sound of the crash, an irate father rushes upon the scene and sternly reprimands his daughter for her licentious behaviour. Meanwhile, our fallen Caesar forsakes his Cleopatra and silently slinks out of the room...