THE THEATRE
Of Mice and Men (by John Steinbeck: produced by Sam H. Harris), like the best-seller it faithfully follows, takes a squinty look at life among the bindle stiffs, reports out of the side of its mouth in short, hair-raising words. A soundly written, expertly produced play, its close-knit suspense timed to the last held breath, it seemed fated by first-nighters' extraordinary enthusiasm to extraordinary success. Some partisans, reading between its hard-bitten lines a sweeping social preachment, freely prophesied that it would win the Pulitzer Prize. Even those who saw...
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