George M. Cohan, who has been a professional actor since he wore knee pants, went to see an amateur show last week. Far from being bored, he laughed, cried, made a speech. The show, called Yankee Doodle Boy and written and produced by the Harlequins of Washington's Catholic University, told the story of Cohan's life.
It opened backstage in a gaslit provincial vaudeville theatre, with performers peeping at a newborn babe lying in a trunk. "Whose brat is that?" a woman asks, is answered "That's Jerry and Helen Cohan's boy." Suddenly, out of...
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