man and all the devils of hell to point a finger at any homosexual who is now playing a leading role in a Broadway production. In our time there were quite a lot of the beloved brethren, overt or otherwise, who were enchanting and/or brilliant and or/ physically attractive and/or exciting actors. A lot of this excitement has run down the drain. Actors have to be cleared by the morals department of the TV channels and the motion picture front offices. If there is the faintest hint of a possible future unsavory connection, OUT. Boys talk a lot, and we hear that various TV stars are having each other behind the backdrop and all that. But. Mr. Taubman is levelling at New York and the influence and high occurrence of homosexuality. All right. Where is there even a trace in: "Blood, Sweat and Stanley Poole," "The Caretaker," "Come Blow Your Horn," "The Complaisant Lover," "A Far Country," "Gideon," "Mary Mary," "Purlie Victorious," "A Shot in the Dark," or "Write Me a Murder." That is the list of legit plays running at this moment in New York. Not one gay actor. Not one gay writer. The actors are now all Rotary members with slob wives and drooling kidlets; they're so normal it's sickening. Square. Dull. Damn! Mr. Taubman is shooting at "Sail Away" and possibly "Milk "Milk and Honey." "Carnival," "The Second City," "How To Succeed," "Kean,"

"Kwamina," "Let It Ride," "Camelot," Do Re Mi," Irma La Douce," "My Fair Lady," "The Sound of Music," "The Unsinkable Molly Brown" are all-ALL produced, written and directed by dismally normal people. So what, we ask, is Mr. Taubman talking about?

In the current frame of reference it would seem stupid to continue to belabour the homosexual theme. There is not enough public identification with it, and too many have worked the mine dry. As for the London theatre, it is our guess that it is more subject to the homosexual influence than our Own but that is arguable surely. This guess is based on the activities of one or two immensely powerful men who literally dictate who can and who can't get a theatre in London these days. They are inclined to favor their 'musical' friends. But remember, as we all know from experience, an awful lot of English actors and writers seem queer they aren't at all. They are rather nastily normal in a good many cases.

It is all very well for Taubman to attack Wheeler (Patrick Quentin of Mystery thriller fame) on the grounds that one doesn't believe the boy capable of a normal relationship. Let Mr. Taubman be given an alphabetical list of all the gay boys who have settled down in a mystifying satisfactory relationship with some dreary woman. He will find that they are legion. M. F.

Fragment ll

I took your spirit home

And laid it down to rest with me. It soon entwined with mine as one And thus we slept. ...

All night long. .

by Sten Russell