Word: sevens
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Morning's at Seven (by Paul Osborn; produced by Dwight Deere Wiman). Two seasons ago the Broadway critics threw their hats in the air over Playwright Osborn's On Borrowed Time, a deft piece of flimsy-whimsey about a small boy, an old man, and Death kept at bay in an apple tree. When Osborn's Morning's at Seven opened last week, many more critical thumbs went down than hats went up. All the same, Morning's at Seven is as much better than On Borrowed Time as butter is than margarine...
...whole thing is perhaps too casual for the stage, which, though always professing to hold the mirror up to nature, yammers if things are not catchily focused, neatly glued together, sharply climaxed. Morning's at Seven not only builds toward very little, but is vagrant in method, minor in tone. It just happens to be amusing, persuasive, lifelike...
...Largo (by Maxwell Anderson; produced by The Playwrights' Company) brought Paul Muni back to Broadway after seven years in Hollywood. It also proved to be Maxwell Anderson's most serious play since Winterset. When Anderson gets really serious, the dilemmas of mankind stiffen their doughty horns, philosophy flaps its aerial wings, Webster's Unabridged donates its longest words, prose ascends to verse, and there is a general intimation that the Almighty is in the throes of mapping out the universe...
...tellers came into the hall. The news was amazing; it was a hermaphrodite. The Progressives had won strategic posts for four of their seven candidates. Elected were: Dr. Ernst Philip Boas of Columbia, chairman of the Committee on Public Relations; Dr. Bernard Solomon Denzer of Mt. Sinai Hospital, chairman of the Committee on Medical Economics; Drs. Henry Barber Richardson of Cornell and Edward K. Barsky of Beth Israel Hospital, delegates in a group of 13 to the New York State Medical Convention...
Then something happened to Dick Knight. One autumn Manhattan's stock-market collapsed; but it was not that. He began to drink hard, and kept it up for seven years; but it was not that either. It was a delusion of grandeur, he thought later, brought on by too much money and power: that and boredom, the emptiness of going through the same old triumphs. Dick Knight began to act in a way that no longer amused anybody. He threw his weight around, wrecked his friends' apartments, kicked the windows out of a taxicab, got arrested on Fifth...