WHITE COLLARS, A Comedy of American Life at the Plymouth. It was produced by MISS ANNE NICHOLS, so the Author's Name was Printed on the Program in Type Too Small to Read.

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"Heigh ho" said Mr. Meneken, "So it's 'White Collars' tonight. Shall we razz it good?"

"If it's bad" said Mr. Nathan, closing the taxi door, "which it will be," and added smugly, "We must try to be fair".

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The first act was half over.

"It's a parody," declared Mr. Mencken.

"No," said Mr. Nathan solemnly, "I actually believe they mean it".

"A-w-w" said Mr. Mencken, sneezing into his handkerchief.

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The second act was well under way.

Mr. James Bradbury Jr., the talented Swiss comedian, was being sobered up off stage, and Mme. Dorothy Hall as stenographer Joan Thayer rested her head against the shoulder of her millionaire husband, impersonated by Mr. John Warner, and cooed "My d-a-r-l-i-n-g".

As one man, Messrs. Mencken and Nathan exchanged a bilious fish eye, carefully adjusted their elegant opera cloaks, gave a final pat to the knap of their ritzy beaver bats, donned their immaculate white capeskin gloves and stalked up the aisle amid envious glances.

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The third act was progressing.