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The Theaters —By Percy Hammond
Eva Le Gallienne
Arthur Schnitzler's"The Call
of Life“ at the Actors’ The¬
ater in Thirty-ninth St.
—The Call of Life,“ a play by Arthur
Schnitzler, translated by Miss Dorothy
Donnelly and presented by the Actors'
Theater at the Thirty-nluth Street The¬
#ter, with the following cast of characters:
Moser A Egon Brecher
Marie Eva Le Gallienne

Edward Rainer Douglass R. Dumbrille
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Doctor Schindler Thomas Chalmers
Allee John
Mrs. Toni Richter
Catherine Katherine Alexander
Mak Derek Glynn
Sebastian Leete Stone
The. Colonel Hermann Lleb
Albert Stanley Kalkhurst
frene Rosalind Fuller
Synopsis—Act I, the Mosers’ apartment,
evening; Act II, at the officers’ quarters,
the säme night; Act III, Mrs. Richter’s
home in the country, a month later.
The action of tho play ie lald in and
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near Vienna in 1850.
TR. SCHNITZLER was suffering
I#A grom damp spirits when, twenty
years ago, he wrote“The Call of Life,“
a depressing threnody revived last
night in Thirty-ninth Street by the
Actors' Theater. He was evidently of
the impression that“who breathes
must suffer; who acts must mourn,“
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and that life, as Mr. Cohan also once
figured it out, is a. funny proposition
Who appegred last night in The
after all. The remedies, if any, for
Call of Life,' at the Comedy
this state of affairs were not pre¬

stself
seribed, so far as I could tell; hut
ex¬
Alexander) had similarly answered
there was much in the play’s clouded
ma¬
life's summons as uttered by Albert,
philosophy that was incomprehensible
mher.
another good-looking herald. That lady
to any but the most astute drama¬
alli¬
in the last act also died, after a long
lovers.
display of symptoms reminiscent of
#n.
If the fable of The Call of Life“ be
those which marked Ophelia’s last
to
reported as follows in simple terms
#ins
loony hours.
vou may understand and interpret it.
#ich
The performance was obviously
ung.
Marie Moser (Miss Eva Le Gallienne),
Ver¬
make-believe, a thing of entrances and
living near Vienna in 1850, the slave of
exits, postures and written speeches
her selfish old father, poisoned him to
dthe
learned by heart and pronounced by
death. As he crumbled upon the floor
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persons of the theater. The soldiers
she rushed away to the quarters of
grue
uniforms were as stiff and toy-like as
Max, a handsome lieutenant. But the
Sec¬
sthose of the Chauve-Souris, and the
young wife of the Colonel, had likewise
tand
mountain background of the last act
hearkened to passion’s reveille and was
was a thin and wabbly outline, reeking
beseeching the tall soldier to flee with
tthe
of the Bergman studios. Miss Le Gal¬
her. It was the eve of battle, and the
lienne, as Marie Moser, the principal
Blue Cuirassiers, of which the lieu¬
character, seemed more spectral than
tenant was a member, had sworn to
usual, being pale and wraith-like in
efface by their valor the regimental
appearance and unearthly in deport¬
odium. Thirty years before, the Blue
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Cuirassiers, led by Marie’s father, had
ment.
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Fretreated ingloriously from a field of
Miss Alexander played her mysteri-tal¬
honor.
ous cousin mysteriously, and did thef ited
ar-
best sbe could with a hard job. I
As Marie, hidden behind a curtain,
liked the spectacular soldier boys, Mr.
act
witnessed the encounter between her
Derek Glynne and Mr. Stanley Kalk¬
at
Flieutenant and the colonel’s wife, the
zler
hurst, but the performances I thought
golonel (Mr. Herman Lieb) broke
hre
best were those of Mr. Lieb, as the
Schrough a window and shot his erring
isly
sinister and romantic colenel, and of
snouse through the heart. During the
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Mr. Egon Brecher, as old Moser, the
intermission, it seems, Marie gave her¬
mean ex-curaissier. Miss Dorothy Don¬
Hat
self to the warrior, who committed sui¬
nelly translated the play and made of.
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cide immediately thereafter. Mean¬
chct
time, Marie’s cousin (Miss Katherine it at least a translation.
eThe Call of Life“ to be clasped to
—ructrons stenung more real and more
the public bosom, but tlie hat of your
multitudinous than ever before in my
correspondent is hereby doffed re¬
experience as a playgoer. Indeed, the
spectfully in honor of à fine ambition
whole world scemed to be in the
wings last night and I was driven toand an honorable achievement.

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