"... it seems desirable to state that a repertory theater should be held to mean a theater able to present at least two different plays of full length at evening performances in each completed week during the annual season, and at least three different plays at evening performances and matinées taken together ... and the number of plays presented in a year should not be less than twenty-five. A play of full length means a play occupying at least two-thirds of the whole time of any performance. But two two-act plays, or three one-act plays, composing a single programme, should, for the purposes of this statute, be reckoned as equivalent to a play of full length." As Mr. Palmer remarks "this statute is both elastic and watertight." E. H. B. [3] See Appendix for complete repertories. [4] Announcement has just been made that Miss George will continue her repertory during the season of 1919-1920. [5] They only failed for $3000, however: the rent of a Broadway theater for a week. [6] This statement hardly applies to _The Neighborhood Theater_, or to that successor to _The Washington Square Players_, _The Theater Guild_, the work of which at the _Garrick Theater_, New York, during the first part of 1919 has been excellent in the very highest degree. THE PROLOGUE TO THE PORTMANTEAU THEATER THE PROLOGUE _As the lights in the theater are lowered the voice of MEMORY is heard as she passes through the audience to the stage_. MEMORY Once upon a time, but not so very long ago, you very grownups believed in all true things. You believed until you met the Fourteen Doubters who were so positive in their unbelief that you weakly cast aside the things that made you happy for the hapless things that they were calling life. You were afraid or ashamed to persist in your old thoughts, and strong in your folly you discouraged your little boy, and other people's little boys from the pastimes they had loved. Yet all through the early days you had been surely building magnificent cities, and all about you laying out magnificent gardens, and, with an April pool you had made infinite seas where pirates fought or mermaids played in coral caves. Then came the Doubters, laughing and jeering at you, and you let your cities, and gardens, and seas go floating in the air--unseen, unsung--wonderful cities, and gardens, and seas, peopled with the realest of people.... So now you, and he, and I are met at the portals. Pass through them with me. I have something there that you think is lost. The key is the tiny regret for the real things, the little regret that sometimes seems to weight your spirit at twilight, and compress all life into a moment's longing. Come, pass through. You cannot lose your way. Here are your cities, your gardens, and your April pools. Come through the portals of once upon a time, but not so very long ago--today--now!