Fantastic wit
Sir: Every week I try and catch The Spectator for its fantastic wit in the public library (fifteen pence after all is three bob of anybody's money). But what can an Out' person like me make of your In Page' Will Waspe feature? How tantalising to know that there is at least one London comedy, poorly reviewed, which would have closed weeks ago but for the money transfusion from a sporting gentleman of wealth and title whose current doxy is its leading lady. I want to know because I would like to see it. I like pretty girls. I am sure she has marvellous legs, and it would make a nice change from public subsidised Shakespeare and Gorki, and all that Ibsen, Strindberg and Joyce (by and about) I have been sitting through lately. And while we are on the subject of critics what is the secret behind Harold Hobson's unprecedentedly savage references to Miss Anne Calder-Marshall the other week?
Incidentally, your current theatre man is doing a very good job. He learnt his trade on What's On In London. Just as the best cinema critic today, Margaret Hinxman of the Sunday Telegraph, learnt her job on the defunct and forgotten Picturegoer.
Leon Drucker
25 Dicey Avenue, London, NW2
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