Bubbling with neatly turned lines, colorful, masterfully acted, and capably written, "Cynara," now running at the Plymouth Theatre, under the auspices of the American Theatre Society, succeeds in presenting about as excellent entertainment at this reviewer has seen during the season.

It is a happy reflection on the authors, D. M. Harwood and R. Gore Browne, that all the leading members of the cast, Philip Merivale, Sir Guy Standing, Phoebe Foster, and Nancy Sheridan, were given full opportunity for their best efforts. Sir Guy, for whom we have always had a particular fondness, enjoys his part immensely. He is what every man dreams the times may find him when he has reached old age. . . a handsome old devil with a past, one who can philosophize with women and act the oracle with men. When he says "Call no woman respectable until she is dead," the audience senses his sincerity with keenest satisfaction.

No serious estimate, so far as we know, has ever been made of the percent of plays in which a man who should do better falls in with a shop girl. The fraction, however, must be a large one. Also large is the percent of actresses who succeed in making the little shopgirl completely artificial. Miss Sheridan, however, with such a part in "Cynara," has achieved the most poignant kind of realism, a success that reflects great credit not only to herself but also to the writing of the play.

Practically all the factors which are the motivation behind us whenever we lay down our money at the box-offices are present in "Cynara." There are bathing beauties, polished figures of good society, action, color, a variety of scenes, lines that you want to remember. The company of "Cynara" sets a high pace of action and sparkle. We hope they fill the house.