The Baptist Sewing Circle may not elect to attend "The Very Idea" for its mid-winter theatre party, but that's not saying it's an improper show. Vicarious parentage is ordinarily not an appropriate topic among the very best people, but William LeBaron, to whom this very idea was born, has spun three acts of good fun and humorous complication. Having resolved to poke fun at eugenics and its converts, he has only to introduce the child in the final act to hoist the humor to its climax. Which he does, and very deftly, too.

"The Very Idea" is doubtless on the Wellesley blacklist. At Herrick's and the hotel news-stands, it is just as doubtless on the preferred list. For it's just that sort of show.

Despite the racy notion on which the piece is founded, it affords genuine and, for the most part, wholesome laughs. The spice of the play is not nearly so vicious as that of other less shocking shows that have played Boston this season--"Upstairs and Down," for example.

Ernest Truex, who was Very Good Eddie last season, is Gilbert this year, but he's still very good. A trifle naive and inexperienced, perhaps, but very good, nevertheless. Watching and listening to him, you can almost forget that he is only acting a part and that off-stage he has a few children of his own. What more can be said for, Mr. Truex's art?

As has been intimated, "The Very Idea" is hardly an entertainment for an innocuous evening with your favorite flancee, but the Shubert Theatre would be a staggering success for a stag soiree.