The Guinea Pig. Preston Sturges wrote this play, and wisely paid for its production himself, instead of waiting for some lethargic producer to make a mess out of it. It opened without fanfare but to unanimous approval for its quiet and amusing story—that of a girl who, for the sake of getting things to write about, got herself a lover, and of the lover who regarded his good fortune as a grand passion. Alexander Carr, onetime half of "Potash and Perlmutter," gargled glib dialect as a Hebrew theatrical producer who instigated and...
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