
Weston-super-Mare
Dramatic Society
Dear Octopus by Dodie Smith
Performed at The Knightstone Theatre, Weston-super-Mare : March 27th - April 1st 1950
CAST
Charles Randolph LEON GODBY
Dora Randolph GERTRUDE STANNARD
(nee CHURCH)
Hilda Randolph MONICA BURN
Margery Harvey BETTY BOSTOCK
Cynthia Randolph AILEEN LUNDMAN
Nicholas Randolph BERNARD LLOYD
Hugh Randolph JIMMY COTTON
Gwen (Flouncy) Harvey SALLY ALFORD
William (Bill) Harvey ANTHONY HUGHES
Kathleen (Scrap) Kenton GILLIAN LUNDMAN
Belle Schlessinger SYLVIA SAINSBURY
Edna Randolph KETURAH TANNER
Laurel Randolph PEARL BROOKMAN
Kenneth Harvey ERIC HOPKINSON
Grace Fenning ANN WATTS
Nanny Patching MILDRED NORMAN
Gertrude JANET BROWN
On the opening night, SALLY ALFORD was taken ill
and her role was played by JENNIFER MILLS
PRODUCTION
Producer WALTER H. BROWN
Stage Manager C.R. LUNDMAN
Assistant Stage Manager IRENE COURT

REVIEW - Weston Mercury and Somersetshire Herald Friday March 31st 1950 - DRAMATIC SOCIETY HOLDS A FAMILY PARTY
KNIGHTSTONE PRODUCTION OF "DEAR OCTOPUS"
There was a lack of warmth and pace in Monday's first performance of Weston Dramatic Society's production of Dodie Smith's "Dear Octopus" at Knightstone Theatre, yet obviously the makings of a splendid production were there.
On the whole, the casting of the seventeen parts was well achieved, Mr. Walter H. Brown (the producer) had obviously rehearsed his players splendidly, they knew their lines, and movements were good. I have no doubt that by this week-end "Dear Octopus" will be a production transformed, and that this (Saturday) evening's final performance will see the production have that cosy, intimate atmosphere so essential to a family play of this character.
The gulf which sometimes seemed to yawn between stage and audience on Monday was brought about by the fact that the audience was so very small, and that the players, the Society's stage staff, and the heating apparatus, had not yet warmed to their job.
Intervals Too Long
In this play, with two of its three acts divided into scenes, it is vital that intervals shall be kept to the absolute minimum. They were much too long on the opening night, and the production should go at a much swifter tempo over its first two acts. "Dear Octopus" is so well-known that there is no need to detail its story. It is a grand play, glorifying the traditions of family life on the occasion of a re-union for the golden wedding anniversary of Charles and Dora Randolph. Leon Godby and Gertrude Stannard, as Charles and Dora, have a most difficult task in assuming these added years. They become a charming old couple. Leon Godby has engaging Colonel Blimpishness, and is a fatherly, good humoured head of the household.
The Vital Spark
Gertrude Stannard is cleverly Dora. Hers is a most exacting part, but she never falters. She could, with advantage, assist the production's need for pace by speeding up her lines, but on the whole it is a study full of variety.
Having thus praised the golden wedding pair I am sorry that I must add that despite all they put into their roles they just seem to miss the vital spark. They do not quite reach the mellowness of the golden wedding year - artificiality's blemish is there.
One of the greatest emotional moments of the play is when Charles and Dora are alone in the nursery and they exchange congratulations. That moment fell absolutely flat. I think Mr. Godby was nearer to full achievement on Monday than his partner, who did not seem to be able to get essential feeling into her contribution to give the big moments their value.
Eager, Human Playing
On this point of reciprocity between players and audience, there was the contrast of the contributions of Bernard Lloyd as Nicholas and Ann Watts as Grace Fenning. Here was eager, human playing, the one thoroughly masculine, unwittingly cruel, and the other shy, sensitive, swaying between misery and rapture. Even in the difficult conditions of Monday evening's performance one warmed to the acting of Bernard Lloyd and Ann Watts; it was sincere, unerringly convincing, and consequently it awakened emotionalism. I have one criticism of Mr. Lloyd. His toast to "The Family" is the big moment of the play. It sums up all Dodie Smith has put into the work, and it should be spoken with infinitely more finesse than he brought to it.
Aileen Lundman as Cynthia, the woman with a past, has a most difficult role. For her the home-coming has heartbreak, and one must feel that in her performance always. She has splendid moments, but is not consistent. Much more should be made of that interlude at the piano. One should sense her disinclination to play, her mounting emotions as grandmother and grandchild sing. Given this, Cynthia's sudden outburst and the dramatic exit are a natural sequence. But Mrs. Lundman gives us no build-up.
Most Touching Moment
Again, that final moment of breakdown in the presence of her mother is perhaps the
most touching moment in the play - both players failed to give it due significance.
Yet Mrs. Lundman achieved beautifully sensitive playing in that nursery chat with the
problem child, "Scrap". "Scrap", by the way, is played by Mrs. Lundman's daughter,
Gillian. Was it this personal relationship that lifted the scene so remarkably I wonder?
Anyway, it was beautifully done, a special moment of triumph for the Lundmans,
mother and daughter.
There is no guile in the acting of Sylvia Sainsbury. It has forthrightness - she enters,
and we have been introduced and are on excellent terms. She has the gift, and as
Belle she adds just another delightful contribution to her Weston stage successes.
This Belle is breezily and unashamedly herself, buoyantly nonchalant yet conveying
the essential mood of reflection on the past and what might have been.
Perfectly Pin Pointed
Keturah Tanner's icy, detached, mischief-making Edna is probably the best study she
has contributed to Weston amateur dramatics. It is perfectly pin pointed, and she puts
all that is necessary into the moment when, temporarily, she wrecks "Fenny's"
happiness.
Vastly amusing is Monica Burn's "Hilda", the business woman who makes thousands,
but is plagued with absent-mindedness. With hair lashed in a "bun" Monica Burn strolls
through this part with delightful casualness but at moments on Monday however, she
was too casual - she can speak lines as clearly as any actress on the Weston amateur
stage but she was inclined to "throw them off" in a way that made them inaudible.
Especially likeable is Betty Bostock as Margery, the family "heavyweight." This part is
rounded with homely qualities. Eric Hopkinson as her husband has good comedy moments when making up to "Fenny" as part of the strategy against Nicholas, while Pearl Brookman (Laurel) and Jimmy Cotton (Hugh) engagingly make their small contribution as two more of the Randolphs. Mildred Norman as the nurse has the right "Nanny" manner, while Janet Brown appropriately fusses and fumes as the maid.
The Children
Then, of course, there are the children. Before the play started, Mr. Walter Brown announced that Sally Alford, who was to have played "Flouncy" had been taken ill, and that Jennifer Mills has taken her place at four hours' notice. Jennifer played the part splendidly and with only one or two minor slips, and was led forward to receive a special round of applause at final curtain. Gillian Lundman plays "Scrap" with delightful assurance.
The Society may have had a casting problem but Anthony Hughes is much too old to play "Bill". He might even be the fron row forward of a senior Weston Rugby team and the hooker at that! To thrust his bulk into schoolboy's pants inevitably introduces the undesirable elements of farce into the straight play. This said, one finds no fault with Mr. Hughes' playing, which is boisterously boyish.
The settings are very good and the stage manager is C.R. Lundman, his assistant being Irene Court.
Profits from the production will be handed to the Mayor for the Silver Jubilee Appeal of the National Playing Fields Association.
"Everyman"
The Rivals by Richard Brinsley Sheridan
Performed at The Knightstone Theatre, Weston-super-Mare : October 9th - 14th 1950
CAST
Mrs. Malaprop SYLVIA SAINSBURY
Miss Lydia Languish ANTHEA CRUNDELL
Faulkland WARREN POWELL
Squire Acres ROBERT MAGUIRE
Sir Lucius O'Trigger ANTHONY HUGHES
Fag JIMMY COTTON
David WALTER H. BROWN
Coachman FRANK BEECH
Boy BRIAN TAYLOR
Sir Anthony Absolute N. LEIGHTON NORMAN
Captain Absolute BERNARD LLOYD
Julia DIANA PALMER
Lucy AILEEN LUNDMAN
Maid MARILYN LEE
GWEN HOPKINSON
VERNON WEBBER
ERIC HOPKINSON
PRODUCTION
Producer JOHN ENGLISH
Stage Manager C.R. LUNDMAN
Assistant Stage Managers JACK SALISBURY
and BERNARD STANNARD
Electrician NORMAN FARLER
Decor PETA ENGLISH
REVIEW - Weston Mercury and Somersetshire Herald Friday October 13th 1950 - WESTON AMATEURS REVEL IN COMEDY OF 18th CENTURY BATH
DRAMATIC SOCIETY's MERRY PRODUCTION OF "THE RIVALS"
Boisterous merriment holds sway at Knightstone Theatre this week, where Weston Dramatic Society is presenting "The Rivals," Sheridan's comedy of eighteenth century Bath. This may not be so polished a production as some the Society has achieved, bit it communicates great-hearted enjoyment by the players in their work and, high spirits being infectious, gay entertainment results.
Mr. John English (Director of the Intimate Theatre Group) has produced, and his treatment is on commendably broad lines. Repression is banished, the characters are vigorously expressive, and the play goes speeding to a climax in which the company is kept whirling in dance until it takes its final curtain.
One leaves Knightstone refreshed by a splendidly gay evening, which somehow seems to have combined a little of everything that makes for good theatre. The production's bright colours deserve special mention, for the players have an excellent wardrobe, and there are appropriately elegant settings for the various scenes. Incidentally, there are six scenes to each act, but only one interval, continuity being smartly maintained.
They Bubbled Over
Good spirits and plenty of funny business help to cover blemishes in a comedy production, and I do not imagine the first night achieved quite the polish to which Mr. English aspired. Some of the characters, in forcing their good spirits, were inclined to bubble over into inaudibility. Difficult lines, coupled in several parts with attempts at dialect, proved a handicap. It isn't every amateur - even if he or she has long experience on the amateur stage - who can speak Sheridan well.
Monday's performance had a most inaudible start. Until late-comers have arrived and the ear had become tuned, hearing is usually a little difficult, and I could not appreciate any gain to the play from putting on incidental music during the opening conversation. The music was much too loud, and only added to one's difficulty in hearing. Another point is that the little dance with which the play ends is a pretty touch, but rather lost through ragged performance on Monday.
The Forward Approach
So much for a few critical reflections - it would be ill-natured to be severely captious in the face of so generous a dispensation of good spirits.
Mr. English, as in his Arena productions, has the forward approach. He brings his characters up stage, and even has them playing out their comedy on the house side of the footlights. It would not do in the treatment of every play, but it is extremely effective in this one, and there was good atmosphere between stage and audience even on a sparsely-supported first night.
Now for the characters and, for a beginning, Sylvia Sainsbury's Mrs. Malaprop. Of course, the part needs an Edith Evans of the local amateur stage. Sylvia Sainsbury is one of the most delightfully natural actresses who have ever graced our Weston theatricals, but one assesses her as rather more of a Mrs. Miniver than a Mrs. Malaprop. The vocal chords have their limitations in each of us, and Sylvia Sainsbury cannot point her Mrs. Malaprop with the vocal punch the part demands. But she surmounts all except the limitations of the larynx.
Charm of Interpretation
Her acting is customarily assured. One senses the character in her most intelligent approach to it, and she almost succeeds in making us overlook a physiological vocal deficiency in the charm of her general interpretation.
And what of Anthea Crundall, 21 this week, who plays Lydia Languish, around whose romance the play revolves? A charming, spirited young actress, who looks the part and plays it splendidly. Her lines are spoken with delightful clarity, and I am sure that here is a performance which the professional eye of Mr. John English especially appreciates. But has Mr. English imposed the right interpretation on his Lydia? I question it because one senses twentieth century sophistication. Personally, I share the view of the national periodical critic who, reviewing a Vic-Wells production, in which Lydia was given a somewhat similar interpretation, wrote : "Lydia should be all silly softness and gush; a languishing jelly of emotion, instead of which she is presented as a steely minx amused by herself. This makes nonsense of the play which is largely a satire on the "sensibility" that overwhelmed England and France in the 1770's."
The Gallant Captain
Bernard Lloyd is a most gallant Captain Absolute. He speaks and acts the part well, and with handsome boldness. The military manner is there, but insofar as appearances are concerned, he handicapped himself on the opening night by rather poor make-up, which made him look rather more the villain of the piece than its hero.
There is a special quality in the contributions of Warren Powell, as Faulkland, and Diana Palmer, as Julia. Mr. Powell began most inaudibly on Monday evening, but improved to contribute some of the most finely-spoken Sheridan of the evening.
He achieved fullness of character and really suggested the anguish of a lover tortured by foolish jealousies. His lady, Diana Palmer, also spoke with sincerity and feeling and finely suggested the emotions which led up to her temporary break with Faulkland and her declaration that he had lost "the love of one who would have followed you in beggary through the world."
Rages Expressively
Leighton Norman works himself into finely expressive rages as Sir Anthony Absolute, an extremely good contribution, while Anthony Hughes has never done anything better on the Weston stage than his Irishman, Sir Lucia O'Trigger. This is a really first-class performance, with the Irish brogue and the character finely sustained all through.
There is a rich Zummerset earthiness in Robert Maguire's Squire Acres, a comedy part extremely well taken, and in which Walter H. Brown, as the old retainer, David, most expressively assists. The moments of Aileen Lundman as the maid, Lucy, are brief, but she makes the most of them, and is colourfully the brazen, mercenary go-between. Jimmy Cotton, as "Fag," began badly on Monday, was not always audible, but improved to round off the character quite effectively.
Minor roles are ably filled by Frank Beech (coachman), Marilyn Lee (maid), Brian Taylor (boy), and Gwen Hopkinson, Vernon Webber, and Eric Hopkinson.
C.R. Lundman is stage manager, Jack Salisbury and Bernard Stannard his assistants, and Norman Farler the electrician. Decor is by Peta English. "EVERYMAN"