* * * * . Like everyone else, I suppose,
I have paid my money to see that incredible play Young England, which is now in the. third phase (Victoria Palace, Kingsway, Daly's) of a career that looks like being endless. Actually, of course, one goes not to see the play, but to hear the audience, a large proportion of :which must spend con- siderable sums in going periodically to hear what new interpolations its neighbours have devised. . The original audiences showed an unerring instinct when they decided to treat this shallow and shoddy clap-trap as :farce. But the point of the whole affair may easily be missed. In Young England you see as faithful a representation. as anyone is likely to evolve of the sort of stuff served up in all solemnity as patriotic drama in dictatorship countries. Anyone who So much as smiled there would soon be smiling his way to a concentration camp.
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