New Play in Manhattan

The Cyclone Lover. One is compelled to suppose that the U. S. embodiment of the ideal lover is a gawky youth, timid and smirking, fond of stupid jokes and possessed with a dreary talent for unnecessary heroics. Herein he makes his too-customary stage appearance. Tongue-tied and blushing, he sees the daughter of a millionaire shipowner and goes infatuate. Then no longer is he a modest nonentity, almost incapable of thought or speech. Awkwardly demoniac instead, he kidnaps the girl of his lamentable dreams while she is in the act of marrying a rogue, takes her away upon a yacht, causes her fiance to appear in his true colors and marries her with affectionate alacrity in the last act.

This mild magazine cover farce, improbable and not hilarious, was written by Fred Ballard, who did so much better with Believe Me, Zantippe, and by Charles A. Bickford, who acted a hardboiled newspaper egg in Chicago.