Judge, 1927-09-03 · page 28 of 36
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Judging the Shows (Continued from page 19) Mariner” ; and, third, that I said of “The Fountain”: “There is in the play a disconcerting repe- titiousness and an imagination become so helplessly tangled up in itself that what comes out of it, in its central vision scene, is little more than a John Murray Anderson Music Box Revue num- ber played behind a sequin- embellished scrim.” If our friend has not ordered the box of stogics by this time, he may continue and refresh his memory with my animadversions on Laughed,” whi : duction; on “Before Breakfast,” “The Sniper,” and on certain ases of “Desire Under the Elms.” Of the last named, I wrote: “It moves along engross- ingly for about half its distance and then gradually loses _ its quality of theatrical interest; it . slowly peters out. O'Neill is not Exercise always successful in differentiat- 3 ing between intensification and is good but il bald over-emphasis and exaggera- tion, and the result, when he be- clean teeth, comes confused, runs his drama sweet breath and perilously near the rocks of ana- morphosi good digestion are O'Neill and I, true enough, as c Dr. Gray observes, are friends. equally important. Who wouldn't be friendly to a 7 a man of O'Neill's very great WRIGLEY'S does it. talent? I respect him and am happy at all times to shake him by the hand and offer him the key to my cellar, But what the Dr. overlooks is that any worth- while friendship would not last a moment if one or the other party to it were a shoddy, incompetent and hypocritical fellow. It is as certain, were O'Neill to write the kind of plays Samuel Shipman writes, that I'd kick him out as it is, were I to write New York journalistic criticism, that he, in turn, would kick me out. And, in either case, with a not too delicate boot. That may be one reason why I am able to number my friends on the fingers of one hand. And that, I daresay, is the reason why O'Neill also does not have to indulge in advanced mathematics. “Did you ever catch your husband flirting?” The last of a long line. “Only once.” “What did you do to him?” Judge pays $5 for each one printed “Married him.” —Tie Bive : Judge pays $ : ——EEEE 26 comicbooks.com