The Dullness of Domesticity My present cause for grief is
the new programme The Family Hour, which was opened with some fanfare lait Monday. Now, as this was produced by Messrs. Harry S. Pepper and Ronnie Waldman, and as Mr. Waldman himself is probably the best of all practitioners in his own line, there might have been a lot of innocent fun going about. Yet my own jaw, during what seemed a very long hour, dropped nearly to dislocation point. There has rarely been anything so ostentatiously lacking in idea. We were confronted,
as if with a novelty, by an English family of father, mother and daughter ; or, very nearly, Dad, Mum and Sis. These were played by Mr. Billy Caryl], Miss Hilda Mundy and Miss Gabriel Blunt, and they presented, on the whole, as much likeness to an English family as performing seals would have done.