Good Plays Drive Bad Playgoers Crazy.

There Is A Good Deal Of Solemn Cant About The Common Interests Of Capital And Labor. As Matters Stand, Their Only Common Interest Is That Of Cutting Each Others Throat.

Life Is Seldom As Unendurable As, To Judge By The Facts, It Logically Ought To Be.

In Every Age 'the Good Old Days' Were A Myth. No One Ever Thought They Were Good At The Time. For Every Age Has Consisted Of Crises That Seemed Intolerable To The People Who Lived Through Them.

In The 1920s Dramatists Attacked Their Subjects As If The Inequities Could Be Resolved. Some Of The Traditional Optimism Of America Lurked Behind Most Of The Early Plays. But Not Now. There Is No Conviction Now That The Problem Will Be Solved.

Although The Theater Is Not Life, It Is Composed Of Fragments Or Imitations Of Life, And People On Both Sides Of The Footlight Have To Unite To Make The Fragments Whole And The Imitations Genuine.