OUR CAPTIOUS CRITIC: WILD OATS
... OUR CAPTIOUS CRITIC. WILD OATS. SOME day, no doubt, some competent writer will favour man kind with an exhaustive essay on the question Why do I go to the theatre? The subject is indeed far too recondite and complicated a one to be dealt with off-hand as might be fondly imagined. On the contrary, it might very well be divided into as many heads as a Scotch ser mon. There is a vague idea ...