a
wornen, drank not too deeply of a somewhat at
Rhine wine, sustained a lecture on the ethics of
automobilism, and “topped ef““ with Mr.
McEvoy’s now fairly well-known tramp sketch.
Dr. Sackville Martin's entertaining playet we
have already favourably noticed. but Miss Robins'
comledy was new, and surprisingly good.
In" Makeshifts'’ we make the geruaintance ei
two lonely girls, one a teacher, the other the
houswife, in their dull“ digings,“ living un¬
eventful, unexeiting lives in petient boredom.
"It’s pretty sockening,“ grumbles the teacher.-
but with eternal hope springing up of coming
Prince Charmings Up to the present, however,
their Royal Highnesses have proved rater a
scrubby and disappointing lot: a bald headed
Sunday school superintendent, a weird, abnorm¬
ally bashful, and awkward chemist’s assistant,
and an egregieus Mr. Smythe. Still, there are
matrimonial possibilities in the laiter, so that
ihen he arrives, vulgarly high spirited, affably
patronising, and consumedly objectionable, lie
is welcome ae a sort of oasis in the desert of the
Parker girls' flat and stale existence. He
tantilises first one and then the other by appear¬
ing to dangle a proposal of marriage befere each
in turn, and then proceeds to dash their hopes
by announeing with biundering frapkness his
engagement to another lady. Miss Robins strikes
a tenderlv pathetie note—a note that rings true
as a bell—in her elever comedy, and there is
quite a sch at the end where Caroline, in teurs
for her breken bowl of hope, goes to her house¬
hold duties and the pluckier Dolly bows her head
von her book and gives way to despair. The
dialogue preved smart and erisp and punny; the
character-contrasts were cleverly suggested, and
there was a fine atmosphere of reai life and
sincerity about it all. The pert teacher, the
reeker home girl, the vulgar Smythe, with his
conunand of modern slang, and the“ mug.“ were
all thoroughly well and clearly drawn. Ve shall
be glad to welaome a further instalment of Miss
Up to a certain
Robins’s undoubted talent.
peint“ Makeshifts“ was delightfully played last
night, but Mr. Bibby, who was inclined totrouble
the prompter, fell away somewhat after a delight¬
ful start, and the piece auffered accordingly. Vet
Makeshifts“ was a great success, and was on
the whole well acted.
We fancy that Schnitzler’s one-act comedy
must have suffered from being presented # ite
English medium. This sort of thing onght tc go
wich a bang and a rattle—to seethe and fizz and
bubble. The Freuch, now, order these mattere
the mest successfullv. But“ The Farewell
Supper“ lagged a trifle last night. The story
treats of a gentleman, who, bidding farewell to
Bohemia, meets his mistress for the last time
before he pässes into the domain of marital
respectability. The lady springs a surprise on
him, however, in the shape of an unexpeoten
stccessor. and Iiamond euts diamond. Mies
Camilia Dalberg was bright and livelz as the
operatie“ stcr.“ and her slightly broken English
was agreeably—almost faseinatingly—piquant.
She kept Annie’s abandon in reasonable bounds,
too, and her facial expression was excellent.
The ladv’s growing intoxication was suggested
with artistie discretion. But, after all. Annie is
not a great part, nor is“ The Farewell Supper?'—
in Englich guise, anyway—a superlative achieve¬
ment.
Mr. H. M. Richardson, who has already won
his spurs as a playwright, supplied a very neat
7
ongact“thriller. The moral of Bringing it
Home“ is to the effect that, people who ride in
swift motor ears should net throw sneers, For
Cyril Unwin. J.P., motorist first and magistrate
second,“ and rather a callous sort of unpaid
magistrate, aceidentally runs over and kills his
little bev. We did not think Mr. Richardson
quite got en the“ bull' with his effect where
the butler communicates the news of the tragedy
through the conservatory window, and it is con¬
veved to the wife, per the husband. But he sup¬
plied Miss Darragh with a shriek which was hair¬
raising. and a stage fall which the actress did
sueprbly." Bringing it Home?’ received a most
cordial reception, and the auther had to take a
deserved call, as also did Miss Robins.
4.5. Abschiedssouper
ALE box 8/2
se1.
67
een de enneen senmanten
FIVE PLAYS.
mendous fidelity, much humour and keen
sympathy, is of two sisters, the one an
assistant teacher in an infants’ school, the
other a stav-at-home Cinderella. Theirs is
A Varied Night at the Gaiety
a drearv life. Thev meet sdarce
n0
If this really be a snippity age the pro¬
Albert Smythe,“ Esgr.,) a
is
gramme at the Gaiety Theatre this weck
tical, norse-play loving yo
is
apparently their onlyschance
the
should be very popular. For each night
home of their own, and the
both
there are no fewer than five one-act plays
willing to grovel before him. But he marries
to be seen, and on this and Thursday after¬
someone else. The pathetic part of the
noon lovers of the classics will no doubt
business is that they should see so little of
flock to seo and hear Professor Gilbert
men as to take this egregions dad at bis
Murray’s version of“ The Hippolytus“' of
own valuation as a jolly good sort. But
Euripides. There is nothing classical
the danger is that girls in the audience
about the night performance, and the play.
whose lives are monotonous, who have to
goer in search of entertainment may be
put up with makechifts for men, make¬
quite sure he will not be bored bv problems.
shifts for pretty dresses, makeshifts for
Mr. Sackville Martin's" A Question of
bright society, and the other amenities of
Property,“ a broadish satire on Socialists;
life, will think that the existence of Annie
and Mr. M’Evoy’s A Gentleman of the
in“
he Farewell Suppe
s preferable—
Road, a bright sketch of tramps in con¬
and the road downwards is pretty easy, we
flict with the new rich, are both familiar
are told.
to, and popular with, Manchester audiences.
In Makeshifts,“ which is mingled #.
They were excellently done last night,
laughs and tears, and is altogether an
Miss Louise Holbrook, Mies Sybil Thorn¬
exquisite bit of character drawing, Miss
dike, Mr. Charles Bibby, Mr. Henry Austin,
Ada King. Miss Holbrooke, Mr. Bibbv, and
and Mr. Edward Landor having the more
Mr. Leonard Mudie acted very finely, I
Timportant roles.
was the best thing of a very interesting
The other three plays were new. Chief
evening
among them (at least according to the pro¬
Mr. Richardson's“ Bringing it Home“ is
gramme) was The Farewell Supper,?
a cleverly-constructed tragedy.
whose
translated from the German of Dr. A.
crisis is perhaps a little too transparent
Schmitzler. In this, Mdlle. Camilla
in the early stages. Cyril Unwin is
Daiberg appeared as a partieularly flighty
motorist first and a magistrate second.“
actress who drinks a good deal more than
Coming home in the dark one night, he
she ought to do, and has far more lovers
runs down something—“ perhand only a
than is fair in a world where there are
dog or a sheep,“ saye his wife. That some¬
net enough men to go round. It is a
thing is his only child. Out of this little
elever and bright enough play in its way, action the author has built a stage story!
but its moralitv is not of the best, especi-that grips by its simplicity and natural¬
ally when it follows, as it did last might, ness, but most of all perhaps in its eloquent!#
onthe heels of Makeshifts,“ a new middle¬
eilence. The intensity of Mies Darragh’s
class play by Miss G. L. Robins.
beautiful acting was in keeping with the“
#ue storg Mes Robine teils,h tre- idea of the play.
——
wornen, drank not too deeply of a somewhat at
Rhine wine, sustained a lecture on the ethics of
automobilism, and “topped ef““ with Mr.
McEvoy’s now fairly well-known tramp sketch.
Dr. Sackville Martin's entertaining playet we
have already favourably noticed. but Miss Robins'
comledy was new, and surprisingly good.
In" Makeshifts'’ we make the geruaintance ei
two lonely girls, one a teacher, the other the
houswife, in their dull“ digings,“ living un¬
eventful, unexeiting lives in petient boredom.
"It’s pretty sockening,“ grumbles the teacher.-
but with eternal hope springing up of coming
Prince Charmings Up to the present, however,
their Royal Highnesses have proved rater a
scrubby and disappointing lot: a bald headed
Sunday school superintendent, a weird, abnorm¬
ally bashful, and awkward chemist’s assistant,
and an egregieus Mr. Smythe. Still, there are
matrimonial possibilities in the laiter, so that
ihen he arrives, vulgarly high spirited, affably
patronising, and consumedly objectionable, lie
is welcome ae a sort of oasis in the desert of the
Parker girls' flat and stale existence. He
tantilises first one and then the other by appear¬
ing to dangle a proposal of marriage befere each
in turn, and then proceeds to dash their hopes
by announeing with biundering frapkness his
engagement to another lady. Miss Robins strikes
a tenderlv pathetie note—a note that rings true
as a bell—in her elever comedy, and there is
quite a sch at the end where Caroline, in teurs
for her breken bowl of hope, goes to her house¬
hold duties and the pluckier Dolly bows her head
von her book and gives way to despair. The
dialogue preved smart and erisp and punny; the
character-contrasts were cleverly suggested, and
there was a fine atmosphere of reai life and
sincerity about it all. The pert teacher, the
reeker home girl, the vulgar Smythe, with his
conunand of modern slang, and the“ mug.“ were
all thoroughly well and clearly drawn. Ve shall
be glad to welaome a further instalment of Miss
Up to a certain
Robins’s undoubted talent.
peint“ Makeshifts“ was delightfully played last
night, but Mr. Bibby, who was inclined totrouble
the prompter, fell away somewhat after a delight¬
ful start, and the piece auffered accordingly. Vet
Makeshifts“ was a great success, and was on
the whole well acted.
We fancy that Schnitzler’s one-act comedy
must have suffered from being presented # ite
English medium. This sort of thing onght tc go
wich a bang and a rattle—to seethe and fizz and
bubble. The Freuch, now, order these mattere
the mest successfullv. But“ The Farewell
Supper“ lagged a trifle last night. The story
treats of a gentleman, who, bidding farewell to
Bohemia, meets his mistress for the last time
before he pässes into the domain of marital
respectability. The lady springs a surprise on
him, however, in the shape of an unexpeoten
stccessor. and Iiamond euts diamond. Mies
Camilia Dalberg was bright and livelz as the
operatie“ stcr.“ and her slightly broken English
was agreeably—almost faseinatingly—piquant.
She kept Annie’s abandon in reasonable bounds,
too, and her facial expression was excellent.
The ladv’s growing intoxication was suggested
with artistie discretion. But, after all. Annie is
not a great part, nor is“ The Farewell Supper?'—
in Englich guise, anyway—a superlative achieve¬
ment.
Mr. H. M. Richardson, who has already won
his spurs as a playwright, supplied a very neat
7
ongact“thriller. The moral of Bringing it
Home“ is to the effect that, people who ride in
swift motor ears should net throw sneers, For
Cyril Unwin. J.P., motorist first and magistrate
second,“ and rather a callous sort of unpaid
magistrate, aceidentally runs over and kills his
little bev. We did not think Mr. Richardson
quite got en the“ bull' with his effect where
the butler communicates the news of the tragedy
through the conservatory window, and it is con¬
veved to the wife, per the husband. But he sup¬
plied Miss Darragh with a shriek which was hair¬
raising. and a stage fall which the actress did
sueprbly." Bringing it Home?’ received a most
cordial reception, and the auther had to take a
deserved call, as also did Miss Robins.
4.5. Abschiedssouper
ALE box 8/2
se1.
67
een de enneen senmanten
FIVE PLAYS.
mendous fidelity, much humour and keen
sympathy, is of two sisters, the one an
assistant teacher in an infants’ school, the
other a stav-at-home Cinderella. Theirs is
A Varied Night at the Gaiety
a drearv life. Thev meet sdarce
n0
If this really be a snippity age the pro¬
Albert Smythe,“ Esgr.,) a
is
gramme at the Gaiety Theatre this weck
tical, norse-play loving yo
is
apparently their onlyschance
the
should be very popular. For each night
home of their own, and the
both
there are no fewer than five one-act plays
willing to grovel before him. But he marries
to be seen, and on this and Thursday after¬
someone else. The pathetic part of the
noon lovers of the classics will no doubt
business is that they should see so little of
flock to seo and hear Professor Gilbert
men as to take this egregions dad at bis
Murray’s version of“ The Hippolytus“' of
own valuation as a jolly good sort. But
Euripides. There is nothing classical
the danger is that girls in the audience
about the night performance, and the play.
whose lives are monotonous, who have to
goer in search of entertainment may be
put up with makechifts for men, make¬
quite sure he will not be bored bv problems.
shifts for pretty dresses, makeshifts for
Mr. Sackville Martin's" A Question of
bright society, and the other amenities of
Property,“ a broadish satire on Socialists;
life, will think that the existence of Annie
and Mr. M’Evoy’s A Gentleman of the
in“
he Farewell Suppe
s preferable—
Road, a bright sketch of tramps in con¬
and the road downwards is pretty easy, we
flict with the new rich, are both familiar
are told.
to, and popular with, Manchester audiences.
In Makeshifts,“ which is mingled #.
They were excellently done last night,
laughs and tears, and is altogether an
Miss Louise Holbrook, Mies Sybil Thorn¬
exquisite bit of character drawing, Miss
dike, Mr. Charles Bibby, Mr. Henry Austin,
Ada King. Miss Holbrooke, Mr. Bibbv, and
and Mr. Edward Landor having the more
Mr. Leonard Mudie acted very finely, I
Timportant roles.
was the best thing of a very interesting
The other three plays were new. Chief
evening
among them (at least according to the pro¬
Mr. Richardson's“ Bringing it Home“ is
gramme) was The Farewell Supper,?
a cleverly-constructed tragedy.
whose
translated from the German of Dr. A.
crisis is perhaps a little too transparent
Schmitzler. In this, Mdlle. Camilla
in the early stages. Cyril Unwin is
Daiberg appeared as a partieularly flighty
motorist first and a magistrate second.“
actress who drinks a good deal more than
Coming home in the dark one night, he
she ought to do, and has far more lovers
runs down something—“ perhand only a
than is fair in a world where there are
dog or a sheep,“ saye his wife. That some¬
net enough men to go round. It is a
thing is his only child. Out of this little
elever and bright enough play in its way, action the author has built a stage story!
but its moralitv is not of the best, especi-that grips by its simplicity and natural¬
ally when it follows, as it did last might, ness, but most of all perhaps in its eloquent!#
onthe heels of Makeshifts,“ a new middle¬
eilence. The intensity of Mies Darragh’s
class play by Miss G. L. Robins.
beautiful acting was in keeping with the“
#ue storg Mes Robine teils,h tre- idea of the play.
——