To the Editor of the CRIMSON:

Mr. John Howard Lawson has written an amazing review of the Premier of "The Moon is a Gong." It seems that Mr. Lawson objects to the use of the term "expressionism" in connection with the play. I do not blame him; in fact I should approve a temporary entombment of the word until we are able to see these plays in retrospect. Certainly it can not be called realism, that poetic articulation of the hero and that some what exotic and thoroughly ureal symbol of the moon. If the author sees fit to tumble houses in incoherent masses on his back-drop, if he chooses to induce the Russian quality of the Fates in the person of the garbage man, how can it be called realism? As for romanticism, and the sentiment that "The Moon is a Gong is a corking love story", there is still more room for wonder. To bring a judgment to this individualistic play that might well be applied to such plays as Mr. Owen Davis's "Forever After" or such flapdoodle as "The Firebrand" is scarcely laudatory. But then Mr. Lawson does not feel that he can call it a great play, and it must have been a delicate matter to criticize a first-cousin to his own interesting opus, "Processional." To Mr. Massey goes the final bow, however, for he has not committed himself, but staged the play as he felt it should be staged, and methinks he is not far wrong. E. H. Dewey '26.