The Caucasian. (Shreveport, La.) 1900-192?, 1913-02-02
Notes and News
Of Interest
*%%* By m. +. ". 1854

HvDatia By Mrs. r. Fl. Lindsay on
John GalswOrthy and his works, and
the production Of his much talked
of play. The Pigeon al Mr.. AmoS
little new theater in New York, viii
perhaps, make The following de-
scription Of that famous little thea
ter Of unusual interest to the read
ers of GalsWorthy. Clayton Hamll-
ton, dramatic critic, writing in the
BoOkman of Mr.. Ames theater, gives
I us a sense OF something ''daitily de-
lightfuI' in the very first glimpse
of the exterior edifice, which he
says is ''ancestrally American" in
design. Here is no strained and tor
tured imitation of the Greek or the
adaptation of the Romanesque, but
a simple, chaste colonial design,
lovely in unobtrusive dignity"
1.-The lobby reminds us of New
England also, for it gives us sense
of good house keeping"
Next we step into hall with a
fireplace at the opposite end, and
this transition has conveyed us cas-
lily over seas to old England where
interiors are comfortable" We are
met by a mill girl demurely dressed
in gray-not too demurely, though,
for there are frilly little fringes OF
white about her costume, and a
wealth of pink flowers almost on
the point of laughing lightly from
her darksOme hair-who leads us
into mellow drawing room, where
i there are chairs for us and for our
fellow guests
1.-The room itself is lovely. Above
dark wainscots of aged wood, the
| walls are hung with ancient tapes
| trieS-or so the eye believes while
resting On their counterfeit present.
ments. Over all is a white selling,
richened and matured by a light
that never was on sea or land,-but
surely, ought to be, forever, in a
| drawing room" 1--WE look at the
chandeliers and grow thankful to
some nameless artist
1T is now quarter to nlne-that
is a proper time for things to hap
pen. There is desultory Ginning
of sweet bells, as from some tower,
far away, the mellow light grows
/ dim and fades, and fingers and is
| gone; there is an upward gathering
of rich curtains; and vista is
opened on fresh imaginary world,
of which-and here is the special
sensation of the little theater-we
find ourselves mystically a part"
I'VE do not watch a play, but a
play haopens to US. We are not
spectators but participants.
''In the long intermission we ad-
journ with our friends to the tea
room down stairs. Coffee and cakes
are passed around-by dark eyed
girls again, with pink flowers in
their hair and dresses of gray, and
we chat of this and that with all of
the dear, delightful people that we
have been too busy to call upon
through all of the rush of the pre-
ceding weeks.
Then the Ginning again and we
lapse into the 'wonder-world.'
Tho much the tactful Mr.. Ames
has accomplished. He has lifted in
!, New York the mere experience of
theater going to the lord of easy
elegance on which it is so graceful
ly maintained at the Criterion in
London"
There are no balconies in Mr..
Ames theater. Each of the 299 seats
is just as good as any OF. the others,
and the price for every seat at any
evening performance is $3.50.
The little theater has been DELHI
erately fashioned to cater to the
aristocracy of wealth in America.