Will Fyffe, who is the six point capital letter lead this week at the Keith Memorial Theatre, eradicates within the first two minutes the conviction that because Harry Lauder showed a large number of gratis guests from Harvard how bad a Scotch comedian could be, that a burr was nothing more than another reason for seeing Doctor Means. Fyffe is a consummate actor, product of the English school of generous gesture. He is as far removed from American vaudeville standards as Ruth Draper or George Arliss. Last night he gave three portraits: an old man, a sailor, and a mildly intoxicated inciter of the proletariat. These are fat material, and Fyffe has brought to them a rollicking voice that was born in the sea chanty rather than the inhaled, lyric school of voice culture. A few cravens will want to know that he does not even mention the name of bagpipe.

There is an act with two pianos on the stage, a very battered looking played by a young man with smooth hair and a very new one played by, it seems, an electric light socket. The organ complained the "St., Louis Blues" and one piano or the other would interrupt, as pianos will. The figures of Will Fyffe's salary were not announced.

Russell Markert's chorus from "Just A Minute" was there, with a tall Gael in the middle dominating matters of selection. And the runner-up to Will Fyffe was the farce of Arthur and Morton Havel, who also took to the two-a-day when New York was unmoved by "Anything Your Heart Desires". There are tumblers, Arab being this week's nationality, and there is a ventriloquist seal that limitates a lamb, a horse and a bee. The seal also blows out Dunhill lighters, which proves that there's so much good in the worst of us it hardly behooves any of us to talk about the rest of us.

"Craig's Wife" was George Kelly's inimitable dialogue translated into movie language, whose two-way dimensions do not encourage, as the stage does, the possibility that ladies of the audience might be allowed to leap the footlights and tell Mrs. Craig what is known as a Few Things.