horrid.
Did Miss IRIS HOEY believe in _Judy_? I am not so sure. I suspect not. Did
I believe in either? I did not.

I was a little surprised that Miss JOAN VIVIAN-REES should so overplay her
_Trixie_. Her work is certainly in general not like that, and I conjecture
the influence of some baleful autocrat of a producer. It seemed to me that
Miss MILDRED EVELYN'S _Milly_ was, all things considered, a capable and
consistent study of a desperately unsympathetic character, a more difficult
and creditable feat than is commonly supposed.

T.

"WILD GEESE."

[Illustration: _Mr. JACK BUCHANAN_ (_Hon. Bill Malcolm_). "WHAT'S THE IDEA?
ARE YOU BY ANY CHANCE TRYING TO GIVE ME THE COLD SHOULDER?"

_Miss PHYLLIS MONKMAN_ (_Violet Braid_). "NO. I JUST KEEP ON DOING THIS FOR
THE LOOK OF THE THING."]

I should hesitate to accuse Mr. RONALD JEANS of originality in the design
of his musical trifle at the Comedy. The idea of a company of women that
bans the society of men is at least as old as the Attic stage. But it is to
his credit that though the theme invited suggestiveness he at least avoided
the licence of _The Lysistrata_. Indeed there were moments when his
restraint filled me with respectful wonder. Thus, though the Pacific Island
to which the Junior Jumper Club retired--with no male attendant but the
Club porter--clearly indicated a bathing scene, yet we had to be satisfied
with an occasional glimpse of an exiguous _maillot_ with nobody inside it.

In fact, the fun throughout had a note of reserve and was never boisterous.
Mr. JACK BUCHANAN'S quiet methods in the part of the _Hon. Bill Malcolm_,
universal philanderer, lent themselves to this quality of understatement.
In a scene where he tried to extricate himself from a number of coincident
entanglements with various members of the Club he was quite amusing without
the aid of italics. Mr. GILBERT CHILDS, again, as _Weekes_--Club porter and
_Admirable Crichton_ of the island--though a little broader in his style,
was too clever to force the fun.

The other sex, as was natural with women who affected a serious purpose,
had fewer chances, and Miss PHYLLIS MONKMAN spoilt hers by a bad trick of
hunching her shoulders and waggling her arms as if she were out for a
cake-walk on Montmartre.

There were touches of humour in Mr. CUVILLIER'S tuneful music and in the
limited movements of the best-looking chorus that I have seen for a long
time.

As for the plot, it had at least t