Judge — August 1934 — page 26: what you’re looking at

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THE THEATRE (Continued from page 12) three that were deemd fit were the trashy “Chrysalis,” Susan Glaspell’s and Norman Matson’s dud, “The Comic Artist,” and the murder meller ‘ine Pine Street.” All three were failures. Surely, therefore, the summer theatres are sheer waste in this im- portant direction. In the last. three years they haven't found one single reputable new piece of dramatic writ- ing. In the last three years, further- more, they haven't developed one single new stage producer of any dis- cernible skill. In the last three years the only new actor they have uncov- ered is the your Teuton, Tonio elwart—and Herr Selwart, while a SPRING LAKE BEACH Sancalaiy ented about AAI ie NEW JERSEY . the last. three s they haven't found a single new young actress of talent. Something, quite apparently, JAMES-J-FARRELL. mANAciNnc o1RtcroR--- OPEN JUNE fo LATE SEPTEMTER ts-wrang somembere, Maybe such, an organization as the Group Theatre originally hit upon the proper solu- tion of the problem. lat solution was to go to the country, quietly re- hearse a play all summer, keep the- atrically mum about it, stay away from all tea and cocktail partie bring the play into New York, for better or worse, in the Fall. Maybe, too, even that wasn't the solution. and BOOKS y () . rue New BILTMORE ROOF (Cominucd from page 1) average reader isn't aware of. Tho he COCKTAIL HOUR in the unique care MODERNE—so- may dwell in’ Hot Potato, Idaho and never have much more to do with a bull than use one to propagate steaks for the stockyards, if he has done any read- phisticated, vivid—here your favorite cocktail achieves an even brighter significance—one of the 4 amazing new rooms on the BILTMORE ROOF—including glamorous | ing in the past few rs, he knows the MOONLIT TERRACE where PAUL WHITEMAN plays for DINNER difference between a cornado, a picador and SUPPER DANCING—sparkling FOUNTAIN COURT and gra- and a bicho, Even the movies are no Fi longer interested in bullfight stories so ‘ for LUNCHEON and th AIL HOUR, ae retinol) cious EMPIRE LOUNGE for LUNCHEON and the COCKTAIL HOU! youean see huw low it's sail And yet Marguerite Steen’s steenth novel “Matador” is comfortable, sat- All rooms'designed and executed by W & J Sloane istact reading, We tribute this major to the er ecu their ; thatses, Tt i usual to tind a lady ink destroy even the probably | in our mind who : it of the English, e likin: | E’D like to sprig up Mr. Gregory | Hartswick for “His Winning ea comedy book taking the adver- s to piece But limerick busi that ceremony has been enjoyed so often by so many, we cannot do the business for Mr. H. His comedy is good if reminiscent of diluted Joel Sayre of “Rackety Rax.” —Tep Suane. comicbooks.com