The Waterbury Democrat., 1938-11-08
In New York
BY GEORGE ROSS
copyrtsht iOss, MA

NeW YOrK, NOV. 6.-1Qe FOX nuuL has come to New Jersey where the Martian octopi struck that night. Yoicks! here go the redcoats tear ing along the roads of the town of Rockleigh, hot on the scent of a sly fox with a pack of barking dogs, just as they do in merrie Englande on an autumnal Sunday morn. A golfers "Fore!" is a ridiculous warn- ing in Rockleigh these brisk Sab- baths. The best the man in plus fourS can do is take cover in the rough until the foxhunt rides by.
 The idea belongs to Douglas Hertz a humorous sportsman who served in His Majestry's forces during the war. Sportsman Hertz found his Sabbaths lethargic in Rockleigh where he lives. He doesn't golf, but he likes to ride and chase the fox and he doesn't enjoy the boat ride across the ocean very much. So what does the affluent MT. Hertz do under the circumstances? He brings the fox hunt to his front door.
 Not one to mince matters, MT. Hertz is going whole hog. Six hunt ing horses have arrived from Eng land and a pack of sleek hounds have come to Rockleigh from Vir-
 ginia. Replete with whips" and "horns," the Master of the Fox Hunt, resplendent in scarlet coat and silk topper, cries "Yoicks" and his guests are lost in cloud of dust from flying hooves. The good people of Rockleigh don't know what to make of it and there would be the dickens to pay if they knew there were live fox in the neighborhood.
 But everything's fine to date. And some of MT. Hertz's friends are learning for the first time that 'Tallyho" is the cry of a triumphant hunter, besides being the name of a trick wagon.
 Some Pun
 First nights: All that rumpus will not help Awesome Welles' new play. He and his Mercury troupe put on a drama, "Danton's Death" four nights after the. cataclysmic broad cast, A minority of one critic liked 1t. We thought it was terrible. The only newsworthy note about it is that as French Revolutionist, Ave- some Welles makes up and dresses like Man from Mars. A faint giggle went up from some first nighters when the dim lighting picked him out as such. Some cynics felt, after seeing "Danton,s Death" that they should have left Welles enough alone.
 Disappointed Columnist
 Then there is Run Sheep Run" !" We wouldn't mention it save that it is all about a New York column ist and that, therefore, we feel self conscious.
 It concerns a Manhattan diarist who goes home to the small town and finds out that (a) he is not g big shot there, (b) that the towns folk are bores, (c) that the folksi- ness he idealized in his column is precisely what he can't bear. We mention it because poor as the play is, and it's poor enough, it inspires a trend of thought. No doubt, Run Sheep Run" stemmed from the columnar career of the late O. O.. Mcintyre who staked the life of a hamlet against Manhattan's in his daily syndicated article.
 Since he passed away, however, there have been no champions of Main Street practicing with New York dateline. The scribes of Goth am stake the big town against all others and revel more in the clat- ter of the. 'L" trains than in the movine moos of the country. Per sonally, we always have belonged to this circle of professional New York CTS.
 We couldn't draw a word land- scape of hamlet life that would con- vince the boss, because we've never stayed in village long. enough. Three days in the country are our limit. Then we begin to suffer the symptoms of fresh-air poisoning. We wouldn't know how to strike up an acquaintance with the next door neighbor. After all, we haven't ex- changed a civil word with the man who lives in the next apartment for three years. And we generally travel up and down in the elevator to- gether. We've never taken the pains to learn his name, for that matter. Nor has he acknowledged ours, if perchance, he has overheard 1t.
 We are bored with the bucolic even though, seasonally, we feel compelled to mention pastoral signs of spring in the air under our coi- u1nnar masthead. And we feel more