London is materially impoverished this week by the ending of
the Open Air Theatre's season. The end, of course, had to come. Evenings are closing in and growing colder. An open-air play cannot be in September what it was in June. But much as the success of Mr. Sidney Carroll's season owed to the charm of the Botanic Gardens, it owed more to the talents of the singularly competent company that has invested the gardens with an additional delight the summer through. There is something wrong with London if it cannot give a company like this a full house through the winter in a West End theatre. Love's Labour's Lost alone, played as the Open Air company were playing it a week ago, ought to keep the stage for a couple of months anywhere.