A Barb for Broadway

It can be said to her eternal credit that Felicia Lamport was the first per son ever to worry about the poor fellow "who felt his old Krafft ebbing." She did this in a volume of light verse titled Scrap Irony that is the envy of some of the finest punsters in the language. In the current Harper's, Rhymester Lamport, 47, wife of a Harvard law professor, turns her pen to the sick state of the American stage. Excerpts from her Gallagher-and-Shean routine, titled Mr. Masoch and Count de Sade:

OH, Mr. Masoch, Oh, Mr. Masoch! Is there something that disturbs you, Count de Sade? I'm surprised that every play Whether on or off Broadway Seems to star us-- don't you find it rather odd?

Oh, Mr. Masoch, Oh, Mr. Masoch, It's such bliss to see the audiences cringe When submerged by Tennessee In his great Gehenna Sea, Or genetically ravaged inge by inge.

Oh, Count de Sade, Oh, Count de Sade, How completely demonstratum erat quod! When alive we were debased, Now we're both the height of taste. Absolution Mr. Masoch? No, pollution, Count de Sade.

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