A crowded house witnessed the first performance of the Dramatic Club's Play, "Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater" in Brattle Hall last evening. An informal dance followed the performance, at which the club orchestra furnished the music. Other performances are to be given tomorrow evening in Brattle Hall and Friday evening in Copley Hall, Boston. Tickets may be secured at the Co-operative Branch store, Herrick's and from L. W. Smith '17, Westmorly 36.

Compliments From Reviewer.

"Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater" is refreshing. It is lively, witty, modern down to the fox-trot and the Ford joke, and at the same time normal and wholesome. The action never slows up, every scene sparkles with good lines, and you come away with a good taste in your mouth.

There are moments when it is a little doubtful just what the author intends: even for a newspaper man Breck seems unduly credulous about the price of broken-down buggies and the efficacy of cocktails as cow-medicine, and the farmers in their twin make-up suggest vaudeville. But, farce or comedy, it is always entertaining and the characters are people whom one is glad to have met whichever way one takes them.

The acting is smooth and even, without particular stars, rather suggesting stock company work in the individuality of the minor parts. Mrs. Tighe is the most natural and confident, and therefore the most convincing. Miss Feeley's restlessness in the first act may be due to the great speed with which things happen to her--she comes back from dinner almost before she starts--, for in the later acts she seems entirely at ease. Mr. Walker does well with a part which the author could make less difficult by deciding whether or not it is to be taken seriously; Mr. Manson, as the heroine's sporty beau, should make up to look older than the heroine's precocious daughter. He handles himself well and ought not to allow his youthful appearance to handicap him. Mr. Seymour takes full advantage of an excellent character study.

The staging is unusually successful. The living rooms look as if people might really live in them (though they might be expected to change the music on the piano once in two years) and the Cafe Espanol is a triumph. The property may came up to scratch with edible food and smashable egg, and live hens; the waits were very reasonable for a first night and the music was far better than in most professional theatres.

In short there are just enough minor faults to give the amateur critic some fun and the staff and the company some work between performances. It is a well-balanced production of a good play. Those who see it will not only enjoy it, but remember it, and quote it