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THE revivalists are still busy, and the two latest novelties come from the resurrection department. The NNngsway people may be rather glad that the elaborate, or rather emptv joke of the author entitles them to keep the name Shaw off the programme of Fanny’s First Play,” one of the most entertaining works of ”G. B. S.” It is rather a pity that they wasted money on giving the prologue and epilogue, e laborious humours of which have passer away. However, the new Fanny, Miss I 1 _ f ni-n /vn in nb All’Tl mrManora Thew, is charming, tne strengxn 01 oui stag the fact that although the first cast seemed almost ideal, the present company is new, with one exception yet it is nearly, but not quite, as good as the old, and certainly good enough for its task. The con necting link is Mr. Fewlass Llewellyn, admirable as Bobbie s worried father. Miss Florence Haydon, in the part of his wife, is perfect; she always is. In her we see a quiet, humorous embodiment of Victorian respectability, and we laugh, perhaps with a little regret. The Victorians seem queer creatures to later generations, who, never theless, lack some valuable qualities of their ancestors. Miss Lena Ashwell plays Margaret with great spirit; Margaret, obviously destined to be a Militant Suffragette, is really in her line. Mr Henry Ainley as Juggins– I do not believe that a Duke s son would have chosen such a name– looks and is superb, mat quiet humour, what disdain of the audience, and what an air of breeding fax beyond that of the Duke of real life. The Kingsway knows hew to pick people from the halls. Miss Wish Wynne was one trump Miss Ivy St. Helier is another she has an absolutely irresistible Cockney accentas darling Dora,” and a rich, touching amiability, and a gaudy make-up. Of course, I make no comparisons between her and her predecessor a sentence that may be taken any way you please. I missed the first production of Baby Mine,” and so I came fresh, also with the idea that it was rather rather but in reality it is not very rather, which, of course, is not disappointing. Some people easily get tired of babies upon the stage there is not much room for novel humour. The only new note in Margaret Mayo s piece is that the young wife has not the slightest instinct for maternity, and shrinks with as much horror from the babies as if they were mice A very unpleasing young woman this heroine, so that one is quite glad to ‘find at the end of the play that she is in a worse scrape than at the beginning. What makes more noise than one pig under a gate is an old riddle, with Two as an answer. What is more comic than one baby is the author s question Triplets is the answer. However, the piece of nonsense rattles along, with a good deal of repetition, and the audience loved to see Miss Iris Hoey skipping into and out of bed, and puffing on big sleeping-socks and roared at Mr. Weedon Grossmith when embarrassed by the babies one, two, three, and chased by a wrathful mother bereft of her young and of course Mr. Grossmith was funny he always is. Miss Constance Hyem acted very cleverly in a long, thin part of confidante Miss Agnes Glynne played a little girl prettily and one ought not to forget the honest, skilful work of Mr. Bryant– late of Miss Horniman’s company as the perplexed husband. What a discouraging time our dramatists are enduring during this rage of the managers for revivals.