And in connection with three of the best plays recently put London, "Bridge Head," "Of Mice ud Men" and~ "Rhonddha Rounds: about," in all of which there is no ove interest, some of the highbrows fare saying that what theatre-goers really want is plays about Irish Land Laws, American hoboes and Welsh mines, So we may anticipate a dreadful series of imitations, although its probable that most of them will never et beyond the Sunday evening performances beloved by those' who Talk avent persons Tike Tbsen and worse "uns, And eait'a piece bad when it pays 'The obvious weakness of plays like "Bridge Head" Is the unconscious tendency: to preach, and the fact that the conditions they deal with will probably disappear' in a few years' time. Bernard Shaw's "John Bull's Other Island," written about 35 years ago, was as amusing as a play could be." Today it would be unintelligible to 99 playgoers out of 100, and the hundredth would be bored with such ancient history.
That could never happen with a ove theme, unless the world should some day arrive at the state of things Imagined in Jerome K. Jerome's "New Utopia," where love and mar-tinge are forbidden. because they age radically antagonistic to sacred Equal-fly. Most of us at the theatre are like the old French general of whom Gyp wrote, who loved. sentimental novels, but always asked, before Feading one, "Do they get each other at the end, or dont they
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