Mice and Men

Excerpt from Mice and Men: A Romantic Comedy in Four Acts And who does not foresee the end - the middle-aged doctrinaire, cloaked and hatted, faltering slowly down the garden path, opening the wicket, and turning, ere he utterly effaces himself, an almost happy smile towards the house - the house that was to have been his and hers - from which are wafted the strains of "My love is like a red, red rose," sung as a duet by the two young people? This is a story that must have been exploited in a score of sentimental books and sentimental plays. In real life, of course it would be impossible. But these objections to "Mice and Men" are made by me merely in cold blood: I had no glimmer of them during the play's procedure. I surrendered whole-heartedly, taking the play for all it was worth, smiling and sighing and brushing away tears with the best of them. The reason why I was able to enjoy the sentiment and sentimentality of this play is simply that Mrs. Ryley has a genuine...