Extrav. Rehearsal

"Hurry up, you Fairies, on stage!" said Joey Mountjoy. And the first rehearsal of "Olympian Nights" began.

A very successful Casting Meeting a few days before had produced forty or fifty potential "stars" for the Extrav, and plenty of others for that brilliant satire "Adam Baba and the Forty Leagues" and the inimitable Interlewd "Port Nick Iniquity."

Numerous Fairies and Eunuchs and "Veritas" reporters were engaged in conversation with Ladles of the Court when Joy's familiar voice rang through the quivering gym. A few straggling voices attempted to sing the opening chorus. "Song over!" said Joey, "you can practice that in private!" It was pretty awful!

And in a medley of choruses, consultations, quar[gap — reason: illegible]s, and general cacophony, the Prologue and Act I were set, under Joey's eagle eye, before the cast proceeded downstairs to attack a surfeit of saveloys and sandwiches. A dance helled to digest the tea, and soon afterwards we were rehearsing again, this time under the capable direction of Mrs. Mountjoy. Joey having disappeared (in order to preach a sermon, we understand!).

Mrs. Mountjoy, by the way is going to be a splendid producer for the show. Her personality and charm, combined with her determination and perseverance, are the ideal attributes of the producer of a Varsity Extrav. And she designs the costumes, too!

"Adam Baba" had its first rehearsal on Thursday: It is definitely going to be as good as "Bob," if not better. The dialogue scintillates and sparkles; the situations are convincing: and the conclusion simply beautiful!

John Carrad's little show is also well on the way; Brick Bradford and Port Said Sue have been heard crooning Carrad tunes in sundry places.

And Just wait till you hear Bill Austin's "Professors Chorus" in "A. Banned Item."

"The best show yet"—you hear it every year, but this year we mean it!