MICKEY THE DUD

O, Mickey, where are the shows of yesteryear? Once you seemed to combine the talent of a Huey Long and a Father Coughlin; but last night at Sanders Theatre you were a dud. You had heard that the Student Union was going to present a play entitled "Waiting for Lefty". Someone had told you--for it's not likely that you read any contemporary drama but your own--that it was a leftist play. You sallied forth to go through your usual paces. This time, though, you looked off form. No one laughed. No one pledged you his vote for next election. An exasperated audience, after a pathetic prologue which might have been called "Waiting for Mickey," concluded you were even more foolish than they'd expected, and settled down to the real events of the evening. You didn't manage to "steal the show," or "walk off with the honors" at all. Another performance like this one, and Cambridge is likely to conclude it can do without the pompous, angry little man who acts rather like Donald Duck.