"The new theatrical season," wrote the New York Star's new drama critic last week, "got tangled in the starting gate Tuesday night, and all bets are temporarily off." That sounded more like a sport-writer than a play reviewer—and it was, sure enough. The reviewer, who got off to a somewhat better start than Sundown Beach (see THEATER), was John Lardner, 36, chipperest off the old block of all the late great Humorist Ringgold Wilmer Lardner's four sons.
He had cubbed for his new job on the Star by pinch-hitting for ailing Wolcott Gibbs in...
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