Mrs. MeConaghey's Money, at the Embassy, is not a good
play (though it would be if the third act were of anything like the quality of the first two), but its theme is singularly apposite at a moment when a recent debate in Parliament has forced some of the scandals of industrial insurance on public attention. Mrs. McConaghey's weekly payments to " the Society man " in respect of herself and Mick (her husband) and wee Agee, and her unfortunate gamble on the apparently dying Liza, who gets better and thrives after all, only reflect what is hap- pening up and down the country in scores of towns and cities besides Belfast. A great deal too little is known about the system and there is something to be said for making acquaintance with it under the guidance of Mrs.
McConaghey. * * *