No student in a drama department of a woman's club gets very far without encountering the name of Percy MacKaye. He was America's most brilliant poet-playwright at a very young age. He is still that. America has no others; but Mr. MacKaye has never written a play which can touch his earliest efforts. The Canterbury Pilgrims and The Scarecrow remain his finest achievements. Too early he was entrammelled by the lure of pageantry. Too early he listened to the flattery of academicians and literary ladies. The son of a practical playwright of fame...
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