THE CRIMSON PLAYGOER

It is if you like Clive, and it is if you enjoy farce. You can find out at the Copley.

The Copley Company has found another vehicle for dramatic expression in this truly funny English farce, "Tons of Money." No Boston audience, no Copley audience could be offended by this farce, which is thoroughly English in its lack of risque gallicisms.

In London, which seems to be the happy-hunting ground for Mr. Clive's play-pickers, the current Copley play had great popularity. It should have the same reception in this stronghold of Anglo-philes. Someone told Mr. Clive that there was nothing like farce for his stage, and Boston can resign itself to the fare for many a month, until the London farce market is exhausted. Fortunately, his informant was a very shrewd fellow. There is nothing like farce for the Copley.

But the audiences there are best satisfied when all of their favorites shine. And it has been several weeks since anyone except Clive himself bore any of the burden. Nan Marriot Watson has disappointed in a variety of roles. Even the ladies' delight, Allen Mowbray, has failed them, for his part in the present play is not only small but his performance is unimpressive. It might be ventured that it is a grave mishap to include the dashing Mr. Mowbray in a cast when he doesn't hold front and center. His lines will be fortunate if they receive anything like their due, and the cast will be equally lucky if it gets its cues.

Repertory companies attract the folks, whether the folks come from Commonwealth Avenue or Malden, because everyone knows everyone else, has his favorites, and yet delights in seeing not just one star or another, but the whole company, comparing their performance in one play with that in another. And now that Mr. Clive is to be the whole play, only his admirers can get any satisfaction out of their attendance.

"Tons of Money" is of the money-love-confusion- revelation drama variety, a type of play growing from the intrigues of the Restoration. The plot is somewhat originally handled; the jokes are on the shady side of forty, and beginning to show their age. Yet the play is funny, exceedingly so, and rather satisfactory, despite the acting of most of the cast. Admirers of Mr. Clive and his policy of stressing the farce will get theirs at "Tons of Money."