The other day Mr. George Bernard Shaw characteristically defied the lightning by reproducing in book form the musical criticisms which he wrote as a young journalist for the "Star" The result was surprisingly encouraging to his módesty. Indeed the wisdom and literary ability of that early Shavian mood were at once acclaimed. In a subsequent phase when he had won recognition by his daring attack on conventions he was known to speak disrespectfully—not of the Equator (that would have been too obvious) but of William Shakespeare. He wrote a play in blank verse because he declared it was much easier than to write it in prose, Whether he has jettisoned that opinion need not here be discussed. The interesting thing is that he has set his hand to the task of rewriting the latter part of "Cymbeline." The resultant play, presumably billed as by "Shawkespeare", was to have been produced at the Embassy Theatre in London last week for a three weeks' season. It will be interesting to know how the collaboration of the two distinguished playwrights—the one in the Shades and the other still mortal—struck the imagination of the critics,
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