Mr. EADIE was a beloved vagabond of a plumber doing a fine part on his head, as is his way nowadays. But the thing is so good that it is perhaps ungracious to remind him he could make it better. Mr. SIDNEY PAXTON'S triumph with _Poulder_ was his admirable restraint--rarest of accomplishments among comic stage butlers. The effect of everything was heightened by this excellent economy. It was a lesson in artistic reticence. An even more notable feat in the same kind was _The Press_ of Mr. LAWRENCE HANRAY. Obviously he could have collected a good deal more of the laughter of the house if he had played less subtly. I should put it as quite the best piece of playing in a well-played piece. Mr. DAWSON MILWARD has made a deserved reputation as the strong silly ass. He sustained it--with something in hand. Mr. STEPHEN EWART'S _James_ was a quite excellent performance, not very coherent and consistent in conception on the author's part, perhaps, and on that account all the more difficult. Miss ESME HUBBARD gave us pathos skilfully reserved in her clever study of an old, old countrywoman turned trousers-maker; and little DINKA STARACE showed quite astonishing aptitude (or the most wonderful training) in the part of her granddaughter. Miss BABS FARREN also did well with her rather intrusive part of _Lord William's_ daughter. _Box B_, by Mr. COSMO GORDON LENNOX, was just a gay trifle to send us home easy-minded to bed. _Bobby Stroud_, Zepp-strafer, kisses a pretty (oh, ever such a pretty!) widow by mistake. And continues by arrangement. Miss IRIS HOEY was really perfectly irresistible--something ought to be done about it. She would have reduced the whole Flying Corps to dereliction of duty. Mr. FRANK BAYLY had just that air of awkward modesty which is so much more effective than plain swank as an advertisement of gallantry, and Miss MURIEL POPE played a programme-girl with all the skill that an artist thinks is worth putting into little things. The best evening that I've had in the stalls since the War began ever so long ago. T. [Illustration: The Press (Mr. LAWRENCE HANRAY) invites The Nobility (Mr. DAWSON MILWARD) to give its views on things in general.] * * * * * THERE USED TO BE-- There used to be fairies in Germany-- I know, for I've seen them there In a great cool wood where the tall trees stood With their heads high up in the air; They scrambled about in the forest And nobody seemed to mind; They were dear little things (tho' they didn't have wings) And they smiled and their eyes were kind. What, and oh what were they doing To let things happen like this? How could it be? And didn't they see That folk were going amiss? Were they too busy playing, Or can they perhaps have slept, That never they heard an ominous word That stealthily crept and crept?