Evening star., 1933-04-02

Century" as merely some gnomish friv.
oling, very funny but Of no constructive
consequence. Besides, I have a suspi-
cion that Messrs. Hecht and Macarthur,
its authors, might pooh-pooh the prize
were it awarded to them. as the dis
dainful Mr.. Lewis did In another de-
partment
I should not be surprised If 'Bioe-
rapny got some votes through Miss
Ina Claires CHEEKY wheedling and Mr..
Behrman'S well-behaved misbehayiors.
Autumn Crocus" Is out, and SO Is
The Late Christopher Bean" since
neither OF them is native. Perhaps
Miss Tallulah Bankhead's "Forsaking
All Others" will appeal to the Jurors.
because she and 1t represent q star
spangled heroine pluckily overcoming
the most irritating crisis that can occur
in the career of an American ingenue.
Owen Davis, the Henry Ford Of the
drama, keeps his factories going with
"A Saturday Night" an honest product
FURNISHED by the facile acting of Miss
Peggy Wood, Miss Elizabeth Young,
Hugh O'Connell and their good COM
panions. Ballots may be cast for the
RANT Goodbye Again." and for the
thetic expose of the sex life of book
writer's and book publishers, the title
Of which for the moment slips my mind.
Further to fiuster the supreme court
in its deliberations are two plays pro-
duced last week - Three -Cornered
Moon" with Miss Ruth Gordon In its
most sorcerous role, and THE Party's
Over" wherein there Is witty and EN-
phatic Illustration Of the woes that
cloud the happiness Of gay riders ON
the modern Manhattan merry-go-round.
Both of them are bright shows, trickily
exhibited. but I guess, as the British
American Noel Coward might say, 7
guess that they are not serious cancii-
dates for the Pulitzer throne.
ONE can never prognosticate the de.
cisions of the Pulitzer oracles, SO
slippery are their meditations and
verdicts. They know what they like
better than you or do. Perhaps they
will bestow, heaven forbid, their regal
garlands on "One Sunday Afternoon"
an entertainment that I regard as
spuriously synthetic despite the conten-
t1ons OF my fellow reviewers that it Is
a Juicy slice from the life of an arti-
flcial suburban dentist, acted by the
sedulous and popular Lloyd Nolan. Al
though it may seem that am impu.
dent in my intrusions upon the Pulitzer
celebrations, ask that the. red feather
be put in the cap of Both Your
Houses" in which Maxwell Anderson,
the author, and the Theater Guild,
the impresario, bitterly fiatter the
lowest form of vermin life, the Ameri-
can legislator. A few of my subscribers
suggest that Design for Living" by
Miss Fentanne, Mr. Lunt and Mr..
Coward, should be candidate for the
Pulitzer medal since they and their
play so candidly are of the impression
that ugly people may grow. beautifully.
in the garden of existence, to be inter-
esting poppies, pansies, violets and daffo-
dis. It is my timid impression that
the Pulitzer committee ought to
wreathe its garlands upon the bony
neck of Both Your Houses" a less ex-
citing drama than the satanic Kauf-
man-Ferber opus, Dinner at Eight"
or Miss Peggy Fears sentimental
Melody in the Air" but still the
deepest of this years theatrical shall
lows Ones vagrant and uncounted
vote is hereby cast for Both Your
Houses" as the best Pulitzer drama Of
the season.