September is the month when kids go back to school and, to judge by Broadway, playwrights ought to. Rushing the season, all sorts of wildly sanguine early birds fly by night only to crash by morning. This year September was particularly shuddersome, and its last two shows passed into history even before the calendar did. Out West of Eighth was a strapping bore about cowboys in Manhattan; Twilight Walk, concerned with a sex murderer, was a sad mismating of the tabloids and Freud. As of Oct. 1, there were no newcomers among Broadway's Best Bets:
Two on the Aisle. Topical revue with...
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