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PLAYWRIGHTS may come and go, but Willard Mack writes on forever. Just at the waning of the theatrical season, when other dramatists appear to be running as dry as an Arizona river bed, the flood of Mack's histrionic fluency gushes on unabated.
I firmly believe that every time Mack sees a theater go dark on Broadway, he writes a play for it. So obvious is his love for the stage that I think he would sit up all night for a week in order to dash off a few thousand bright lines just to keep a playhouse open. And his ability to dash is unquest i o n a b 1 e. No other writer for the mimes and mummers appears to have a fountain of inspiration — or a fountain pen — with such an incessant flow.
So his new Canadian melod r a ma "The Scarlet Fox," came along at a period when there were more enough blank houses on Broadway, as a result of the early spring thaw,
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Directly above: A scene from "Bottled," at the Booth Theater;
next, Mae West in the title role of Diamond Lil; and at the
top, Ernchi Cossart, Dudley Digges and Alfred Lunt in the
Theatre Guild's "Volpone"
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By Frank Vreeland
among the standing attractions. Jt appeared just when inveterate theatergoers had run into a welter of plays that strewed their wrecks along the main thoroughfare, and when something refreshing was needed to stimulate jaded Broadway — I had almost written Boredway.
Resurrecting the Sarge
HThus "The Scarlet Fox" arrived like a •*■ heartening wind from the North, or rather from the Northwest Mounted Police. And what a wind — especially in the person of Sergeant Michael Devlin of the Mounted ! He is as full of blarney as one of the characters in the play is full of hop. The play is new, but Sergeant Michael has seen service before. You remember the Sarge. It was he who made Lenore Ulric to blossom as the "Tiger Rose."
Various friends urged Mack to resurrect his best-loved character, so he not only wrote
the Sarge back into his red coat and black pants again, but he up and acted the part himself with his trusty sixshooter. In the interval Miss Ulric has gone variously Chinese, French and Harlem. Mack has remained staunchly Northwest Mounted under the skin. He swaggers through the role of this confident, clear-h ea d ed, boastful, capable, romantic, cynical stalwart quite as if Mack would rather be Mike than Belasco and Shakespeare combined. This time he sends the Sarge after the murderer of a mine boss in a mining town, mixing him up in
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