New Plays

Nic-Nax of 1926. A fairly engaging band of stagefolk tries to do the Chariot kind of thing. But they have no Beatrice Lillie and they have evidently fooled around at their rehearsals. They are not unlike high school celebrities giving a self-directed benefit, where the footlights falter and every one's pet smart cracks must be respected by all. Music by Gitz Rice, twitching by Irene Olson, genuinely ingenious gyrations by Nat Nazzaro Jr., have some merit. The chastely clad chorus is one of the prettiest units in town.

No More Women. The audience could only mutter; "There are no such animals," and take its pleasure in Actor Charles Bickford's tacit agreement. He is supposed to be a rufous Wyoming body-snatcher who has never missed his snatch, even including a warm Manhattan divorcee who strolls into Cody dressed for Newport. Something about her is supposed to purify his ardor; he has to return from her bedroom saying he "wouldn't do such." The bedroom is in a dude lodge belonging to two embittered Manhattan males with a shingle over their door, "Damn the Women." One of these males is melted by the divorcee. Nancy, a profane prairie kitten, makes the evening a quaint quadrangle.