To Brooks Atkinson, amateur ornithologist, part-time farmer and dean of Manhattan's drama critics, it was the big show or nothing. Ever since Pearl Harbor he had been restless and unhappy. He got to the point where he could hardly write of Broadway's make-believe while there was real drama in the theaters of war. When he tried to enlist in the Navy his employers at the New York Times at last saw the light. All right, they said, if you must go somewhere, you might as well go for us.
So last week Justin Brooks Atkinson packed his pipes and tobacco, a...
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