Leaf and Bough (by Joseph Hayes; produced by Charles P. Heidt) was the worst sort of drivelthe pretentious sort. Dredging up everything stark, fleshly and Freudian in the theater from early O'Neill to Tennessee Williams, it became a kind of Carryall Named Desire. Without taste or talent, ear for speech or eye for character, Playwright Hayes showed how a city boy's dissolute family and a country girl's disapproving one worked to prevent their marrying. Seldom has the course of true love run rougheramong souses and trollops, past theft and rape. Love eventually triumphed, but Leaf and Bough speedily closed.
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