Judge, 1919-05-31 · page 24 of 36
Judge — May 31, 1919 — page 24: what you’re looking at
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This page satirizes Broadway's commercial theater and the absurdity of forcing dramatic dialogue into rigid poetic forms. The main article mocks the success of highbrow plays like "The Jest," while the centerpiece is a humorous invention: the "Fivaliner," a fictional machine that converts prose drama into pentameter verse. The satire targets theater producers who chase trends while lacking resources to invest properly in productions. The author invents this ridiculous machine that mechanically "squeezes" dialogue into iambic pentameter—joking that it treats stage directions and dialog identically, creating nonsensical results. The sample scene from "East Is West" demonstrates the absurdity: pedestrian dialogue about winking and dancing becomes forced, awkward blank verse. The joke suggests that some Broadway producers are so desperate to appear sophisticated and literary that they'd embrace such mechanical artificiality over genuine artistry. This reflects 1920s theater debates between commercial entertainment and artistic pretension.
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