When the National Theatre's production of As You Like It (now defunct) opened in Washington, signs of rigor mortis had, apparently, already begun to set in. Augustus Thomas, we hear, was gloomily talking the symptoms over with Mrs. Thomas. She did her very best to console him, or so the story goes. But he wouldn't be consoled. At last she fell back on perfect frankness. " Oh Gus," she exclaimed, " how glad I am you didn't write it, anyway!"
Jean Borlin of the Swedish Ballet, and Serge Diaghileve, expect to startle Paris...
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