You Never Can Tell (by Bernard Shaw; produced by the Theatre Guild in association with Alfred Fischer) can't quite hide its late igth Century look or its early G.B.S. grin. A scrambly farce, it treats of modern-minded matrons separated from their husbands, children trying to track down their father, a penniless dentist wooing a would-be unromantic miss, a wise waiter whose son is a distinguished barrister. Shaw called You Never Can Tell a potboiler, and feweven of his admirers would call it art. But though Shaw may seem to be writing down in it, actually he is tuning up. In its...
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