Mr. Apley, and his creator, may be Harvardmen, but this latest of the 1944 season's period pieces can hardly be called memorable. John P. Marquand '14 has collaborated with George S. Kaufman on a good and a very funny play, which, unfortunately, for itself, follows closely in the wake of the smash hit, "I Remember Mama,' and cannot help but suffer decidedly by comparison.

Humor and characterization are excellent in "The Late George Apley," but that is about all. The plot lacks substance and sentimental appeal and has none of the warmth that might have rescued it. The effect is always superficial; never once does the tone of the play suggest a smooth or natural flow. Epigrams and quotable witticisms follow in rapid succession, and if the play's continual references to Boston life delight the audiences here, that delight can be expected to diminish to the chuckle stains, on Broadway. Chuckles do not make hits.

The chuckles, nevertheless, are there. Mrs. Apley asserts that "Boston men are emotionally dependable they're trained that way," and many a bald pate flushes. "Boston's not a city--it's an environment," says George, and someone from the Chamber of Commerce lets out a grunt of approval.

The overall impression reminds one of "Life With Father," but there's a certain very big something that isn't there. While the capable performers are portraying their cleverly constructed roles, matters are pleasant. But in between, the emptiness of the whole thing stands out, and the final reaction is a flat neutrality. The comedy is first-rate, the play merely good.

Perhaps dialogue alone is enough for excellence in drama--but "The Late George Apley" could never be convincing proof. And perhaps "The Late George Apley" alone in a season--without conspicuously similar and outstanding predecessors--might make a better bid for hosannas.