Thornton Wilder at his best is always a little different, and "The Skin of Our Teeth" is Wilder at his best, both different and good. The play is sort of a madhouse, with dinosaurs and a Salvation Army band, floods and Atlantic City conventions all rolled into a strange combination of entertainment and philosophical drama.

When you leave the theatre you will know one thing definitely; you have just seen a good show, and heard some very powerful things said in a very powerful way, besides. Made riotous by asides to the audience, on-the-spot directing, and a collapsible set, "The Skin of Our Teeth" is a serious meaningful work however.

Starting with Tallulah Bankhead in the leading role of Sabina, then continuing with Miriam Hopkins on its long Broadway run, the play now stars Gladys George. Not as well fitted for the part as her predecessors, Gladys George has trouble reaching their standard of acting. She seems a little tired in a part that requires boundless energy, but on the whole, her performance is adequate, not outstanding.

The rest of the cast is much the same as the New York troupe. Conrad Nagel, who replaced Frederic March as Mr. Antrobus last year, is excellent; Florence Reed, one of Broadway's best supporting actresses, does admirably as the prophetic fortune-teller.