We really havn't got an awful lot to say in favor of the lyrics or the staging or the book of "The Fool for Scandal", but we are heartily in accord with the spirit in which in is given. In any musical comedy, whether amateur or professional, it is important that the actors should realize at the outset that their efforts are not going to revolutionize the drama, but may very likely serve as excellent entertainment for several odd hundred people. To aftain that end all the necessary seriousness of rehearsals and first performances must be dropped when the show gets under way. To be gay and light and charming any musical production must be spontaneous, or apparently so. For plot and lines and motif mean little or nothing when set to music and fast dancing steps. The four principals in "The School for Seandal" have not hampered their abilities at burlesque with any painful amateurish stage consclousness. To Messrs, Grossman, Crosby, Morgan, and Rammum we are indebted for an enjoyable evening.

We have considered the above mentioned in the light of the professional stage, for it was quite evident that their power to entertain was not based solely on whether or not they were dressed in a manner unusual to their sex, whether or not the book opened up large opportunities for them, or whether or not we happened to know them. We mention that last possibility for the sake of those who think this reviewing job is any snap. There's nothing so disconcerting as to be waked up at four in the morning by someone who wants to take a sock at your jaw. We had hoped there'd be a few cripples in the cast to make nasty remarks about, but they all looked too healthy to take a chance on. All joking aside, the four named above were most entertaining.

The rest of the show, big and large, isn't up to the standard set two years ago. "Flirting" and "Reporting" are the only lyrics we happened to remember, and by this time we're way off key on both of them. In so far as the plot seeks to burlesque the matrimonial difficulties of one Nooky, a newspaper reporter, it is reasonably clever, just reasonably. There was always the distinct impression that Mr. Grossman and Mr. Morgan were putting a lot more into their lines than was actually intended, Mr. Crosby, as far as we could see, made the part of Mrs. Smith pretty much of a riot, all on his own hook.

As for the chorus, it possessed the usual attraction of female impersonation which means a whole lot to any audience largely composed of friends, parents and reviewers. (And by the way who was that girl who sat beside us and took shorthand notes? We didn't know whether she was writing down funny remarks about the play, or about us.)