Monday evening was an important evening at the Repertory Theatre. Christopher Morley's first play was produced for the first time anywhere, right-here in our own little Boston. Mr. Morley was on hand to help bring his off-spring into the harsh, cruel world. Boston's best or most of Boston's best, anyway, were there to see the show. All in all, Monday evening was a very, very important evening.

The play itself, however, was hardly a match for the importance of the occasion, when one considers what might reasonably be expected from the author of "Where the Blue Begins," "Thunder on the Left," or even "The Romany Stain." "Pleased to Meet You" is the name of the play, an dit came out first as a short novel in Harper's during the past summer. The novelette was subtly satirical and financially fantistic. People said of it, as they say of anything of Morley's which they do not clearly understand. "What delightful fantasy?" Furthermore when the Morley sense of humor stopped operating efficiently, the characters instead of being wise enough to cease trying to be funny, kept right on. So the bright spots, which are not infrequent were dragged down by spots not so bright, which, alas were also not infrequent. And as was the novelette, so also for once was the play.

The Repertory production is considerably above the average one expects on a repertory stage. The set which served for all three acts was attractive. The acting, though often a bit stiff, was on the whole perfectly satisfactory.

If you are so very fond of Mr. Morley that you think you would not mind seeing Mr. Morley somewhat diluted, go see "Pleased to Meet You."