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Wall Street (In answer to the question whether a Wall Street plot had a closed the banks): I think it a wonderful fairy tale...
...only incidental, a kaleidoscopic background for bridge and cocktail parties. Such is the impression given by Authoress Parrish's Sea Level, a slyly malicious novel of a world cruise. Of the same category as Grand Hotel, Sea Level uses a large cast, plays few favorites, finds what plot it can in the personal history of some of its characters, their cat-&-mouse or cat-&-cat relationships. Alec Reade, like Kringelein in Grand Hotel, is a timid soul whose sentence of death has given him his first and last holiday. His cabin mate, "Pal" Turner, is a loud fellow...
...recently our privilege to see Mr. Courtney Burr's comedy, "Sailor, Beware." Our disappointment was great at finding that it was not a musical, an illusion we had carried about New York literally for months. It certainly should have been a musical: it has just the right sort of plot, and even in the second act it is hard not to expect a chorus to come tripping on any moment, faces and limbs aglow with professional cheer. Our sense of hearing, dulled by this disappointment, and by the discovery that we had been trepanned off practically into the wings...
...deaf lady in the next box, we gathered that the theme of the play was nothing less than the attempt of a god on shore-leave to rob a young dance-hall hostess of her maidenhead. Two other tars, gross fellows all, lay bets upon his enterprise. This plot is a simple one, and it is thematically unvaried throughout. If you are looking for an evening of good 100 per cent American smut, this is it. There's no nastiness in it; the only cloud in the welkin of direct and open-faced lechery is the obnoxious Senor Gomez, whom...
...humor of it, like the plot, is sunny and to-the-point. The quality which makes "Sailor, Beware" a charming evening is its complete simplicity; it doesn't seem possible than anyone could write such guiltless stuff with wheat selling at $1.06 and O'Neill's "Days Without End" on the boards. The hostesses in The Idle Hour Cafe talk with point and guste; they know that life is life. The heroine knows it too, but she has the old hourgeois respectability on her mind, and keeps pretty stiff-backed. Young "Dynamite," the aggressor, tries all manner of persuasions, from...