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To the Editor of the CRIMSON:
May I ask and receive enough space to commend to your readers a new adventure in the Bostonian theatre, which deserves their interest, which, in measure, depends upon their support? A little company of amateurs often drawing close to professional skill and pains, has taken the Peabody Playhouse at 357 Charles Street for three months. There they will produce plays of the newer, fresher sort, that within easy recollection were novel and successful in New York; that no other hands are likely to bring hither. They are now making a beginning with "Ambush," as truthful, human, moving tragedy, in little and around the corner, as an American playwright has written. They so stage and act the piece that it barely falls short of the original performances in New York by the Theatre Guild. Fast are audiences held. A light sophisticated comedy, Harry Gribble's "March Hares," will follow, with other pieces in prospect no less interesting, and to be carefully prepared.
Obviously this new Stage Guild in Boston cannot do its job unless the desired public seeks the Peabody Playhouse even at a little inconvenience and, one by one, lays its dollar on the sill of the box-office. (For so modest and considerate is the price.) As obviously, the Guild cannot depend upon the ordinary playgoing public hereabouts. Otherwise, "regular" theatres would be housing "Ambush" and "March Hares" Little interested in so serious, sane, unselfish an undertaking are the highbrows by trademark. Encouragement in word, support in deed, must come from that younger public which would take its pleasure in the theatre, but would have that pleasure intelligent, candid, of life as it goes here and now. At the University that public is large, if careless. In every recess it flocks to theatres in New York doing what the Stage Guild would now do in Boston. Once informed and, maybe, a little prodded, it will find like pleasure and profit at the Peabody Playhouse. H. T. PARKER '90