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...cases for houses that seem-ed rather unsuitable places for them to be," says Edmund Vestey, 73, adding that such a "wonderful, wild wilderness" is rare, and "it's greater and more important than any of us." That's not how local entrepreneurs see it. Martin Shairp, 26, a merchant navy officer, plans to return home to open an adventure tourism hostel. "Land reform is fantastic. For the past 50 years, the young have always left the Highlands," he says. "Mine is the first generation who are seriously thinking of going back. We don't want to go home...
...oeuvre can support an institution unaided. If not, then let the Festival cease parading under a false name. Let it become, say, the American Festival of Playwrights Whose Names Begin with S-H-A. Then it can offer not only Shakespeare and Bernard Shaw but also Irwin Shaw and Shairp and Shakhovsky and Shadwell. But when a so-called American Shakespeare Festival puts on Caesar and Cleopatra, the proper comment can only be "Pshaw...
...Green Bay Tree (by Mordaunt Shairp; produced by Shepard Traube) seemed a better play 17 years ago, and unquestionably received a better production. It is still a reasonably interesting theater piece; it still provides a brittle, glassy surface for certain emotions to skate over if no longer cut beneath...
...whole play is perhaps too prettily made. Psychologically. The Green Bay Tree doesn't always hold water; but that is not terribly vital, since it was meant to be filled with Pernod. Playwright Shairp clearly sought to develop an unnatural situation as much on a basis of tone as of truth. As currently produced, it offers less than it might of either. Denholm Elliott sufficiently captures Julian's wishy-washy charm. But Joseph Schildkraut reduces Mr. Dulcimer to a mere fussy epicure; and such is Schildkraut's own personality that he comes off rather more a continental...
...Green Bay Tree* (by Mordaunt Shairp; Jed Harris, producer) is an appallingly sharp study of a middle-aged Briton who does not like girls at all and his adopted son who does not like girls much. Ballyhooed as a daring exploration of male homosexuality, done boldly in London last January, it has been purged by Producer-Director Harris of its sexual psychopathy. Now it ostensibly embroiders only the spiritual dependence of an older man on a young man in his own sybaritic image, the boy's sensual dependence on the luxuries the older man supplies. James Dale plays...