" One's childhood," wrote Mr. Hugh Walpole describing in a
recent issue of the Spectator a re-encounter with the Toy Theatre, " conies rushing up again." If the pre- ceptors of my infancy had been more conscientious, that is perhaps how I also should have summed up my- im- - pressions of the delightful and ingenious Puppet Shows which Miss Helen Binyon and Miss Margaret Binyon are at the Poetry Bookshop in Great Russell Street. But there . is no need to invoke the comforting shades of recollection. The entertainment will commend itself equally to novice and initiate. The programme is . made up of transcriptions of traditional songs, a panto- mime written by Mr. Humphrey Higgens, and an , original burlesque, British Museum Diversion, by Mr. Laurence Binyon; a pleasant extravagance whose fan- • tastic realism may cause anxiety to the conservative . archaeologist accustomed to seeing the material of Mr: - Binyon's drama in less mercurial circumstances. But how much nearer to life are the pasteboard actors than their contemporaries of flesh, who slavishly ape the.actions of their fellows.
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