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            Web Exclusives: 
              Under the Ivy 
              a column by Jane Martin paw@princeton.edu 
             
            
            December 
              8, 2004: 
            Triangle 
              Follies 
            It’s a classic picture of a stressed-out theater director: 
              book open on lap, fists and teeth clenched, eyes closed and head 
              thrown back in frustration. Somehow, though, even through the taut 
              jaw, it’s obvious the man’s tongue is held firmly in 
              his cheek. 
             He’s Jose Ferrer ’33, and his tortured pose was featured 
              on the cover of the December 10, 1937 PAW. Ferrer, already a Broadway 
              star so soon after his Princeton graduation, was directing the Triangle 
              show that year. As a kickoff for the troupe’s national tour 
              – from Princeton and New York through Omaha, Chicago, and 
              Cleveland, among other stops – Ferrer wrote an article about 
              the allure of the annual revue.
              “In the professional theater,” Ferrer began, “there 
              are a number of well-known people who attend the Triangle show religiously, 
              in the same way that children go to the circus every year. Henry 
              Fonda and Burgess Meredith are two of them, Clifton Webb and Dwight 
              Fiske are others. To those alumni of the club who have chosen the 
              theater as their profession (people like Josh Logan, Myron McCormick, 
              and Jim Stewart) seeing the show is like a disease. If they’re 
              working and cannot attend a performance, they come to Princeton 
              and see a rehearsal. They annoy everyone with suggestions, gags, 
              pieces of business. Josh and Jim, who spend a great deal of time 
              making a ridiculous amount of money on the Coast, write letters 
              asking for details, even phone long-distance to find out what the 
              show’s about.” 
              Ferrer continued, “I remember the night the show I was in 
              played in New York. In the audience were Guy Lombardo, the Marx 
              Brothers, the Boswell Sisters, and probably more that we didn’t 
              know about. Why do they come, year after year?”
              His guess was that the spirit of the show – the same joy 
              in performance that might make a college football game, for example, 
              preferable to a professional one (particularly in 1937) – 
              drew the crowd. “In a good Broadway play,” he wrote, 
              “you will find a perfection of detail, a general excellence 
              in the different departments, a smoothness of execution that are 
              at times almost unbelievable. In a good Triangle show, on the other 
              hand, there is a boisterous good humor that is like a terrific shot 
              in the arm to the jaded theater-goer.” In short, Ferrer postulated, 
              “The boys feel that the audience must be made to participate 
              in the fun they’re having, and it is this state of mind which 
              makes a Triangle show irresistible to those happy souls who wisely 
              overlook its deficiencies and go there to be shaken up by a good 
              laugh.”
              Ferrer also observed that the Triangle alumni now on the stage 
              professionally seemed to “have carried this spirit with them, 
              to their credit and the theater’s gain. They seem to have 
              a wonderful time while earning their bread and butter.”
              At the end of his entertaining piece, Ferrer finally admitted 
              that his ulterior motive was to drum up an audience for his show. 
              “Well, it’s called Fol de Rol, although nobody knows 
              who named it. The cast is beyond reproach, the costumes and scenery 
              will knock your eye out, and the book would have graced the shelves 
              of the Bard of Avon.”
              All that certainly would have been enough to make me, as Ferrer 
              urged, go “and have a swell time.”   
             Jane Martin 89 is PAW's former editor-in-chief. You can 
              reach her at paw@princeton.edu 
              
              
              
            
             
               
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