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... A DRAMATIC DIARY B^ ao Fa23S^t=H!gflh^tE:>.!)', Flames and an Undertaker. THE theatrical atmosphere, meta phorically as well as practically, was decidedly warm last week, not to say torrid. There was a horrid suggestion of sulphurous flames about the funny part of The Sin of William Jackson. Mr. Chipps, the unintentionally comic undertaker; handed his business cards to nearly everyone on the ...

... THE COCKEYED PARTY It. It. Wyndham Ltkw (or. \ii>li(niaiT in llloomshiirv} PROLOGUE EARLY afternoon on a June day of 1950. Outside the London School of Economics. Siesta is over. Clusters of attractive gipsies lounge on the School steps, casting provo cative or insolent glances at the crowd. Others mingle with the populace, passing to and fro with rhythmically-swaying hips. Others are flocking ...

... PETER DICKINSON, bearing in mind the fondness for moderniz ing Shakespeare, here presents Falstaff in a motoring mishap OfCENE: the courtyard oj a wayside inn. O Enter Shallow and Silence. Shallow: Come on, come on, come on; give me your hand, Sir, give me your hand. And how goes the little sports car you bought at Stamford Fair? A quick one, I'll warrant? Silence: Alas, Cousin, a dear bargain ...

... D. B. Wpidham Lewis PROMISING frantic excitement but supplying very little, the Mystery of the Man in the Iron Mask (so called because it was a black velvet one) has always seemed to us marvellously like a typical Daily Scoop scream headline H ...

... . CHAPTER VIII. A FAVOUR REFUSED. By B. L. Farjeon, Author of Miriam Rozella, Grif, The Pride of Race. David pressed for an early marriage and used a lover's strongest arguments, absurdly illogical but sweet to a woman's ears. Notwithstanding which, Margaret demurred-- for a woman's reason which she did not at first reveal. Endeavouring to get at it she foiled him; at this kind of cunning ...

... The Bateman. and the Bargeman. By F rank Richardson. SCENE: The production of Beauty and the Barge at the New Theatre. The first piece is over, and there is in the house an unmistakable but indescribable atmosphere of success. The audience is moving into the stalls in palpable confi dence of spending a pleasant evening. Most of the men are nut-brown those women who have the courage to be ...

... g mi, I iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii I Illllllllllll 1 1 1 1 1 1 II 1 1 1 1 1 1 M II M 1 1 II 1 1 1 1 M 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 U I I I By Mostyn. T. Pigott. SCENE: A carriage in a train fairly full of holiday- makers. On the platform are crowds of people who have apparently no desire to enter this or any other train. In a corner facing the engine sits a tired- eyed serious man just off to the country for a ...

... CHRISTIAN SCIENCE. BY FRANK RICHARDSON. ACT I. SCENE The dining-room at 48, Deanery Street, Mayfair. Lord Walter Gayford has made very little headway with his breakfast. He is a good-looking, good- natured young man whose hideous past is still going on. He is reading the Daily Mail with a pained expression as though attempting to solve a break fast-table problem. Lady Walter, a charming ...

... DRAMATIC DIALOGUES. BY FRANK RICHARDSON. BJo. 50„-- Tlhe SiSsag ff Cs=ainao Mr. W. L. Abingdon, the most eminent theatrical villain of our day, is walking up the Haymarket. There is a scowl on his clean-shaven face. The passers-by shrink from him. But the scowl is not caused by the mental incubation of crime; he is merely reflecting on what will win the three o'clock race. Police constables on ...

... The Embarrassment of Sir William Bailey. By Frank Richardsorv. SCENE: The production of The Tempest by Shakspere (or another gentleman of the same name) at His Majesty's Theatre. Many people of importance are present, and there is also a certain Member of Parliament. In Row G of the stalls is Mr. Devereux Courte, the eminent K.C. As his wife is at Folkestone recovering from a cure at ...

... Merely Mary Anrv and Mainly Seymour Hicks. By Frank Richardson. SCENE I. The production of Mr. Zangwill's new comedy at the Duke of York's Theatre. The third act is over and apparently the success of the piece is assured. In the stalls Mrs. Imogen B. Stapp, a mountainous American blonde covered with Oteroesque jewels; she has an accent like a banjo and is talking to an eminent critic with whom ...