Experimental theatres in the last few years have been blossoming like the proverbial dandelion, and most of them have been almost as ephemeral. Our local specimen, the Boston Stage Society, seems to have survived the winter, and bids fair to become a hardy perennial. This earnest group of amateurs is working under conditions which make dramaphiles incline to point them out for charity. This first production, it is said, cost them but fifteen dollars for costumes and scenery: but with the insignificant admission charged, and the meagre patronage they have received, even such economy is no assurance of a safe balance. Fortunately, the Playgoer can disregard this appeal to his susceptible sympathies. The work they are doing is able to stand on its own merits Sincere, thoughtful acting, simple and suggestive settings, intelligent productions, should make their little theatre on Charles street a Mecca for all who are hopeful for the drama. After all, what are costly costumes worth, when the audience will remark, as someone did t the "Passion Flower". "Good Heavens, does he need such a wide sash to hold up his trousers."