New Britain herald., 1929-08-13
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1 Burnham wished. Her clothes were packed, and her toys. Before dark everything was set tied. The baby had her supper that night in the blue and buttercup nursery. And Molly undressed and bathed her, and tucked her in the fairy-tale bed, that had Alice in Wonderland on the headhoard. And the Mad Hare. with his tall silk
 hat and his white kid gloves in his hand, scurrying across the foot board.
 Then she telephoned Mir. Durbin. He was arranging, he told her. for immediate production. There might be a little trouble with the censors. But that wouldn't make any differ ence. IL would be good advertising.
 "Dut what could they object to-" she asked in astonishment.
 Well the suicide The motives not what you'd call simon pure, you know"
 But, my goddness, they can't ex-
 pect people to commit suicide for
 only exemplary purposes! A mans got to have some reason for shoot ing himself. And it isn't always pretty reason, is it?"
 Durbin laughed.
 | Mine times out of ten it's pretty ugly one" he admitted. But the censors are nice. cheery little boys. who like to have us look on the bright side of life. Besides, if they didn't censure, they wouldn't
 be censors, would they? Naturally. they've got to find something to
 kick about. But don't you worry
 about that. They won't be able to close us. And all their chattering will be just so much advertising"
 T thought of a good name today" Molly told him. What do you think of 'Sacrifice?' You see there's the sacrifice of mother for daugh- ter, and daughter for mother. And then there's the boys sacrifice to chivalry and honor.'
 The producer demurred.
 Not very sexy," he pronounced. But Molly did not want a sexy title. Or an unpleasantly sug-
 gestive one of any sort. And four weeks later, when the play opened it was called Sacrifice" The censors were there that first night. They went into conference between acts. And, at midnight, when the last curtain had gone
 down, they met again, to prepare a nasty statement. As soon as 1t
 was typed, they rushed it to the newspapers.
 Meantime the critics were writ ing their reviews. Sacrifice" they said, was better play than "The
 Death of Delphine Darrows." In her sympathetic study of a modern young hrill-seeler, Miss Burnham had scored her biggest triumph. She had portrayed. with exquisite delineation. the tremendous and self sacrificing love of mother and daughter. Her courtroom scene, they declared, was as dramatic as that celebrated scene from Del
 phine."
 The plot itself hinged upon a sit uation that had to be handled
 with rare delicacy. The critics were unanimous in their opinion that
 Molly had achieved her final eli max without offense.
 Mr. Durbin was elated. Molly wondered how-with countless sue cusses to his crcdit-he could retain all the fervor of his most youthful enthusiasms. The applause of the audience left her cold. She was unutterably weary, and lonely, with fierce loneliness.
 She had written to ask her moth CT and father to go to New York for the opening night. and then to be her guests in Boston. But her moth CT had written promptly and polite ly declining in firm tones. However, she thanked Molly for her kind invitation. And she hoped sincerely, she said. that some day
 Molly would return to her fathers horne.
 Mir. Burnham had neuralgia A
 Dainful attack that made travelling imnoss;blo
 Rcd Flynn was doing a series on tbe Honor situation in Canada and