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# Analysis of Judge Page: "Who is George Bernard Shaw?" This page features a satirical article about George Bernard Shaw in the context of theatrical production. The top cartoon shows a police officer confronting someone, with the caption addressing marital discretion—likely referencing Shaw's controversial play "Strange Interlude." The article discusses Shaw's influence on theater censorship and production difficulties. It humorously attributes problems during a theatrical production (including a scene involving shaving and food preparation on stage) to Shaw's provocative dramatic style. The text suggests Shaw's avant-garde approach to theater created practical headaches for producers, forcing them to sacrifice significant money and effort to stage his unconventional works. The satire mocks both Shaw's artistic pretensions and the disruption his plays caused to traditional theatrical conventions.
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| ) inihitaa i AMAA LUMEN i A “Listen, Off’cer, got a clove on you? I don’t want my wife to know.” Who is George Bernard Shaw? Ever since “Strange Interlude” was closed by the police censors there have been rumors filtering into Jupor through the office filter that the shaving orgy in the eleventh act was to blame. Being an intimate friend of Edgar Davis, that he is the backer of the production and sunk more than a million and a half in it under the name of Sher- wood Anderstein, why here is the whole dope in a paper bag. Davis and I was practically brought up together, though we both hated the convent and always pouted in unison when the Mother Superior made us mind the rubber plants’ on the evenings they held a big dance down at the logging camp. But we both kept our eyes peeled with our pocket peelers for the big chance. Well, Davis got his, but on the eve of the production of “Strange Interlude” he fell out of a gravy boat and broke his Dunhill pipe. This meant that I had to sacrifice hun- dreds of thousands of dollars in contracts and step in to fill his shoes at the last minute. I de- cided to fill them with apple-sauce, but the languid comestible kept escaping through the eyelets and I caught cold wading around in the saucy shoes. I was taken to the hospital over the livery stable on Evans Street and Saul Chatsworth took my place, sacrificing millions of dollars in contracts for friendship’s sake. Between the three of us the loss in contracts was something like eleven million dollars, but after all it was only Auld Lang Syne, was it not? Yeh, Auld Lang Syne, you should live so it was Auld Lang Syne, in a pickerel’s patooter. Oh, but where was I, said she, overcome with dainty confusion. Oh, yes, the shaving scene. Well, it came about in this wise. During a rehearsal Constance * Nymph, our leading lady, had suddenly gone beaver and began building a dam across the stage com- posed of corned beef on rye, Russian -dressing, lettuce, and diced Ber- muda onions. As she worked she hummed snatches from Rubin- stein’s Karlsbad im Zim- mer (Carl is Naughty in He comicbooks.com