Shoot the Works! Nobody could accuse Heywood Broun of misanthropy. Weighed down by public woe, he has run for Congress on the Socialist ticket, flayed Mayor Walker in his World-Telegram colyum, and now, saddened by the plight of the jobless actors, has staged a cooperative revue. None but the players can profit. If the show succeeds they will be paid; if not they will be no worse off than before. The show's backers expect no profits.
Broun, untidy and elephantine, acts as master of ceremonies. He contributes a philosophical sketch, "Death Says...
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