Great War Theatre

Examiner of Plays' Summary:

This is an ordinary melodrama, superior to the average provincial variety in that the characters are slightly less unreal and the comic relief free from vulgarity. The 'female Hun', passing as an Englishwoman, has married a General Grant of important position and low mental capacity she is arrested at the end of Act I but contrives to convince the authorities that she is all right. Her accomplice, the General's (really German) butler, is less fortunate and is shot early in the play. Then the hero, Dennis, escapes from Germany and invents a wonderful aeroplane. The female Hun gets onto the track of this but is detected by the heroine, Constance, who is thereupon kidnapped and taken onto a German submarine, but the hero gets onto it by a ruse and rescues her. Meanwhile the female Hun is detected by the General in the act of spying on an important discussion, and after a struggle is shot by him. So all ends satisfactorily, except for the General's feelings. Probably there is enough excitement in the production for its success. There is nothing offensive in it, the unfortunate General's lack of acumen is not meant to be sarcastic! Recommended for Licence. G. S. Street [...] Manager informed that additional matter can be included in licensed MS.

Licensed On: 12 Sep 1918

License Number: 1765

British Library Reference: LCP1918/16

British Library Classmark: Add MS 66198 J

Performances

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30 Sep 1918 Lyceum Theatre, LondonUnknown
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Mr Walter Melville's new play, "The Female Hun" is due at the Lyceum on Wednesday. A camp of German prisoners forms an important scene. Miss Annie Baker is the leading lady. (The Globe Monday 30 September 1918).
2 Oct 1918 Lyceum Theatre, LondonUnknown Licensed Performance
2 Oct 1918 Lyceum Theatre, LondonUnknown
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"THE FEMALE HUN" MELVILLE MELODRAMA AT THE LYCEUM AGAIN. We have drunk hotter blood die Lyceum than the draught served last night by Mr. Walter Melville, under the alluring title of "The Female Hun." It is, in short, an ingenious attempt to write a topical melodrama, add it is more topical than dramatic. The story is neither compact nor convincing. Still, there is some fine acting, much admirable sentiment, and a few vivid scenes. The most important factor the Lyceum audience, which brings the theatre in its thousands, knowing just what its fars will be, curiously kind any shortcomings, and pleased with all it gets. If Mr Melville hands out genuine pathos, gets genuine sobs, and if his pathos is bathos, the laughter is just good. The Lyceuym audience never complains of the swings if the roundabouts are well greased - it is just there to enjoy itself, somehow, anyhow. Mr Sam Livesov the figure of "The Female Hun." Sturdy, well-groomed, clear-spoken, and of manly spirit, looks every inch British general. He human, too with eye for a pretty woman, whom he makes his wife, and whom treats with tender chivalry, even though everybody else knows that she is a German spy. When the General finds out just puts revolver shot through her - as Wellington, who had many of his characteristics might have done. Mr Livesey is experienced, earnest, and convincing actor. He makes the character of General Grant sympathetic to the audience - real and appealing, when bad acting might easily have made it absurd. Miss Gladys Mason really suggested the fascination of Female Hun, fine hit of character acting by Mr Leslie Carter has to be mentioned, "Old Contemptible" in tin, way of being done to death in a German prison. He is only on the stage a few mintes - but every minute tells. And now, what boots it record the story? There are many scenes - a barbelwired prison, aerodrome, submarine. All these vivid pictures make their impression. Occasional comment from the gallery punctuated the patriotism. But Mr Melville does not call his effective rhodomontade a propaganda play. And thank him most of all for that! (The Globe Thursday 03 October 1918).
2 Oct 1918 Lyceum, LondonProfessional
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On Wednesday, October 2, 1918 was presented here a play, in four acts, by Walter Melville, play produced by Walter and Frederick Melville, music composed by Ernest Vousden, scenery by H.K.Browne and Lyceum Studio. Absence for some time from the active authorship seems to have chastened and improved the dramatic method of Walter Melville, if one may judge from the commendable avoiding of diffuseness and the equally laudable reticence with regard to what might have been the piling up of lurid horrors to be observed in the composition of his new play with "ad capitandum" title. The Female Hun brought out only at the Lyceum on Wednesday evening last week in the presence of Mr Walter Howard, Mr Dion Clayton Calthrop and others speaking with authority. All the same this very desire to aim at compression and condensenation for the purpose of keepinig within the necessary time limits seems to have led to a certain hurriedness in the development of some of the main situations which required working out at greater length. Not that there is any lack of matter in the fresh Melville melodrama, the title character of which the newly-married wife of General Grant represented as occupying a high position in the War Office is really a German spy. As such, this soidissant Grace Pearson is all but arrested by George Wilson a sleuth hound of a secret agent,at the end of the first act, as such she is found by the heroine, the General's niece Constance Vivian, trying to steal the plans of a new aeroplane, the fastest in existence, devised by the hero Captain Dennis Maxwell, and as such she is shot by her husband at the close of Act III, the General exclaiming "I have killed a German spy." After firing at his wife iscovered to have been hiding behind a curtain listening to the details of a new British attack on a part of the line just now once again in prominence, the parties to this informal country-house conference, having been Grant, Maxwell, and Lord Pilcher, presumably a member of the War Cabinet. Anyhow this summary act of rough and ready justice puts an end to the career of the cleverer woman, really called Frieda whose fellow-plotters in various schemes were the General's butler, A German passing under the good old name of John Brown duly nabbed by Wilson, and taken off to be shot expeditiously at the end of the second act, and a rather milk and watery sort of minor villain known for the nonce as Julian D'Arcy. The last-named really a naturalised German of very shady past had been making love to Constance, as being an heiress during the absence of Captain Maxwell, who is shown at the opening of Act II escaping from the barbed wire entanglements of an internment camp in Germany, thanks to the self-scacrificing devotion of the permanently disabled Private Bill Baxter of the "Old Contemptibles" who had somehow secreted a German officer's great coat and cap,, attired into which Maxwell who had refused to obtasin mitigation of his lot by using his inventive powers in Germany interested cooly walks past the sentry. His treachery to Maxwell whose friend he had professed to be, being revealed on the Captain's return by his plucky youong comrade Eddie Lawrence. D'Arcy after attempting to aid the Female Hun (who justifies the titile by donining a German helmet to deliver an anti-British tirade in one of her chief scenes with regard to the aeroplane designs, and also the fully-accomplished abduction of Constance on board a German U boat lurking off the East Coast caves in and has to help in the heroine's rescue, towards the end, The pre-arranged signal of the two flashes froma an electric lamp brings ashore members of the crew of the submarine their places being taken by Maxwell and Laurence, who reach the U boat whose appearance and interrior are shown with greater realism than was the preceding trial of fast-flying planes in time to save Constance from maltreatment at the hands of German officers, who had previoulsy figured in the camp scene. Then after the manner of a similar episode in The Freedom of the Seas, Maxwell sends off a radio message, which leads to the capture of the submarine, and as dawn is breaking, the gallant Captain and the rescued Constance begin a new era of happiness in the house of the General, who tearing up his dead wife's photograph says he will strive to forget. This final passage and the shooting scene were played especially well, with admirable firmness and commanding air, by Mr. Sam Livesey, endeavouring zealously to to impart verisimilitude to his portrait of a General only slightly less erudulous than the one in Inside the Lines. Though the so-called Grace is a part less-effective than her subtly played Constance Morel in Seven Days Leave, Miss Gladys Mason endowed it, nevertheless with corresponding calinerie and insidious charm, her excellent performance having good support from the catlike and craftily obsequious "John Brown" of Mr.P.Joynsen-Powell and from Mr. J.C.Aubrey's carefully-action Julian D'Arcy. Another old favourite in melodrama, Mr.Ernest E. Norris . marked his return to London with a suitably firm expositioin of Wilson, and a third practised actor Mr. Hugh Montgomery did what he could in the rather risky scene in which Lord Pilcher arrives at a lightening decision. Miss Annie Saker less well-suited like Miss Mason, than in the Walter Howard piece acted all the same, with much tenderness and feeling as Constance Vivian, with a pleasingly natural and sincere, gentlemanly and sufficiently impulsive colleague in Mr. Herbert Mansfield, notably good in the camp scene. In this, a vivid piece of cockney character was given by Mr. Leslie Carter, who in this brief appearance as Baxter, an "Old Contemtible" made one of the most lasting impressions to be derived from this new drama by Walter Melville who took a call from the author the opening performance. The light relief was provided acceptably by Mr. Bert Randall capital alike in both comic and serious phases of the loyal young Laurence, by Miss Hilda Vaughan. duly arch and coy as his inamorata Betty, and by Mr Jerrold Manville, as amusing as he could be as her father, Sir Archibald Blackford. The German Officers and the sentry were ably hit off by Messrs. Chris Olgar, Arthur Nicholas, and Philip Hay. The staging and sensational effects of the Female Hun were set up to the latter day Lyceum standard, and the play should enjoy some measure of popularity, as produced by the author and his brother Frederick Melville. (The Stage, October 10, 1918).
9 Oct 1918 Lyceum Theatre, LondonUnknown
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First Nights of the Week. The Female Hun. A play in Four Acts by Walter Melville. Produced at the Lyceum, Wednesday October 2. Captain Dennis Maxwell Mr. Herbert Mansfield Lieut. Eddie Laurence Mr. Bert Randall Private Bill Baxter Mr. Leslie Carter Sergeant Dawson Mr. T. Smith Private Samson Mr. F. Welton Susan Baker Miss Dorrie Eyre Weiss Mr. Phillip Hay John Brown Mr. F. Jocelyn-Powell Voon Stein Mr. Arthur Nicholas Baron Arnheim Mr. O. Diget Grace Pearson Miss E. Mason General Grant Mr. S. Livesey Julian D'Arcy Mr. J. Aubrey Lord Pilcher Mr. Hugh Montgomery George Wilan Mr. Ernest E. Notts Lutz Mr. A. Percy Teplitzer Mr. H. Meara Sir Archibald Blackford Mr Jerrold Manville Betty Blackford Miss Hilda Vaughan Constance Vivian Miss Annie Baker There is plenty of the right stuff for good thrilling melodrama in 'The Female Hun'. Two spies one male and one female. An escape from a prison camp in Germany, stolen plane, the rescue of the heroine from a submarine. To mention only a few, but Mr. Melville has not handled his material with quite his usual self. We could have had some more exciting moments .... had he managed to hold up the German officers with their own revolvers whiie her rescuers crawled through the roof and down the ladder. As it was why they were as they had come down an unanswerable riddle. We should like too to see the Female Hun (newly married to a British General resort to subterfuge why she is caught by her husband listening to an important message). With a dark cloak over her staid dress and the French windows behind her she might have pretended that she had been in the garden to relieve a headache and have only been driven to confession when news of the conversation had been discovered in her possession. Her attempt on the life of her husband and her death at his hands would thus have been worked up to more clearly and with better effect. A super hero We make these suggestions because the material is good enough to be fashioned into better shape. The bed scene takes place in the prison camp in Germany. This is very well done, realistically staged, showing the hero Captain Dennis Maxwell emaciated and desponded cheated by the unfailing optimism of one of the 'Pld Contemptibles' Private Bill Baxter excellently played by Mr. Leslie Carter. It is entirely by Bill's help that Dennis is enabled to don the coat and cap of a German officer and crawl through the barbed wire. The hero reaches England and is reunited to the girl of his heart. Constance Vivian, the General's niece. He is indeed a hero to to be proud of, for not only does he invent the fastest flying aeroplane but he also assists the strategists at their War Conference, and after successfully boarding the enemy submarine he shows a complete mastery of wireless telegraphy. Mr. Herbert Mansfield looks the part - very well and good in the prison scene, but he might let himself go more in the other parts of the play. Reserved acting is thoroughly good in principle but not for Lyceum melodrama. Miss Annie Baxter as Constance has little to do beyond looking delightful and acting sympathetically both of which she does with consummate ease. Miss Gladys Mason is excellent as the villainess though here again there is opportunity for broad acting which is missed. Mr. J.C. Aubrey's villain was a pure joy to us as was the Hung butler of Mr. F. Jocelyn-Powell. It is only because we have such a high opinion of the powers of Mr. Sam Livesey that we consider him wasted in the character of the General for he plays the part such as it is capitally. These three Lyceum favourites Miss Hilda Vaughan, Mr. Bert Randall, and Mr. Jerrold Manville as the three comedy characters enliven the play whenever possible. (The Era October 9, 1918).
12 Oct 1918 Lyceum, LondonUnknown
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The Lyceum opens its winter season with "The Female Hun" which not only proves how well the Melville's know the recipe for "drawma," but, incidentally, shows an extension of the belief that German women can be just as dangerous as spies as their men folk. The young wife that General Grant has taken to himself is a full-blooded German spying for the Fatherland in the most daring way, until she is discovered by the General, who shoots her dead without a pang. The love story proper is supplied by the General's niece, whose sweetheart Captain Denis Maxwell, has been captured by the Germans, leaving her to be pursued by a sort of Houston Chamberlain type of Anglo-German spy Julian D'Arcy. (The Graphic Saturday 12 October 1918).
12 Oct 1918 Lyceum London., LondonUnknown
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Round the Theatres "The Female Hun" Among the very striking characteristics of life as lived at the Lyceum, one particularly worthy of observation is its extreme simplicity. At first sight it would appear that a child could draw it; but yet it cannot be so, for many children would be making fortunes out of royalties while in their cradles. So there must be some hidden difficulty to be overcome, some trick of it, only known to the select few, at whose head stands Mr. Walter Melville. It may be that there are heights of simplicity to which the common dramatist or the child cannot attain; that to very few is it given to be so incredibly simple as to be triumphant. Your ordinary man would reach a certain point. and then break down he would weamy attempt to give reasons for the things that happen, and his reasons being on examination found to be defective, he would retire discomforted. But the genius never attempts to give any reasons at all; so there is nothing to examine,, and no defect to be found. Like the wise judge he announces his decision and states no grounds for it; thereby placing himself in an impregnable position if on appeal anybody can think of any grounds at all. His materials are human troubles, but he plays with them in a detached way; painting them in lurid colours, but uprooting them entirely from any causes or effects. It is just because they have no causes and no effects that it is necessary to make them lurid while they last other wise they would be meaningless event to the most unsophisticated mind.. When any of the rest of us in our usually uneventful lives have a trouble we are able generally to know why it happened and we have a pretty shrewd suspicion that it will continue till something comes along to remove it. With Mr. Melville a British General's wife may be arrested as a German spy and turn up smiling in the next act as if nothing had happened. It is true that in a perfunctory way he says something about some mistaken identity but nobody pays any attention, and I regard the attempt as a falling away from grace. Even Mr. Melville in his weaker moments condescends to explanation ; but his strength is when he scorns it. For instance, he has to get an English officer out of a German camp surrounded by electrified wire and sentries. This problem might worry some people and give rise to what lesser men describe as ingenuity; all he does is to provide a gap cut in the wire, and a German uniform hidden under a bundle of straw, and to keep the sentry away until the uniform is put on and the gap is crawled through; and the whole of the journey from that camp to England he, like a wise man ignores. It is obviously a case where explanation would be tedious and superfluous. Or two Englishmen have to capture a German submarine. That, one would have supposed, would present difficulties. Not at all. He does not even trouble to make the captors disguise their British military uniforms. He passes them without question through the crew on deck, lets them down a narrow ladder into the periscope room, where a couple of German officers treat the situation as irretrievable until they remember, too late, that they have revolvers - and there you are. Or a British General finds that his wife has been behind a curtain listening to a council of war; and she on discovery just proclaims her German nationality (being quite obviously English) and draws a pistol on him, and is shot with it. It is splendid. Myself, I should have feebly made her explain that she mistook the curtain for the entrance to her bedroom, or that she had been looking at the moon and had heard nothing, or had come back to find her fan; there being indeed no earthly reason why the General should suppose that there was any harm in her hearing of the decision to counter-attack, or that she was at all likely to inform Berlin. At the very least I should have held the matter over until the next Act, with a view to bringing in that mistaken identity plea again. Acting up to Melvillian principles I should have thought it quite possible for her to satisfy the British authorities that it was not she that found behind that curtain, but another woman of the same appearance; and I should have got her somehow onto the submarine in the last act. Miss Gladys Mason might so easily have borrowed the neat and serviceable bathing costume which Miss Annie Saker no longer requires. But all this would have been pale moonlight to the fiery sun of Mr. Melville's conception of the scene. The female Hun had to be shot, reasons or no reasons; so shot she was, and that by a loving husband and in spite of the fact that her link with Germany, her butler, had already been removed and there was nothing to prevent her settling down to a happy married life. There was perhaps a reason, and a very cogent one. The poster artist had done his work. You have seen this poster? Well either that was to be wasted or the lady had to die. The conclusion was inevitable. I blame nobody. But I was sorry to see the last of Miss Gladys Mason so soon. She was such a nice lady-like, beautiful and entirely English Hun. She gave me quite a kindly feeling towards Germany, even at the sight of Mr. J.C.Aubrey my heart went out to all irresolute and unhappy villains. There is something almost rollicking about his gloom. His association with Germany had, in the circumstances of the present military situation got upon his nerves. Towards the heroine Miss Annie Saker, it was not possible to feel any particular emotion. She was very faithful and plaintiff; but she did nothing in particular. It must have been a tame affair to be taken out to the submarine in a boat and an evening frock, while that nice serviceable bathing costume remained at home on its shelf." J.W. (The Illustrated Sporting and Dramatic News October 12, 1918)
13 Oct 1918 Lyceum Theatre, LondonProfessional
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The Female Hun. Entirely new play by Walter Melville. Matinees Wed., Thurs., Sat., 2.30. Vivid - captivating- realistic. (The People - Sunday 13 October 1918)
16 Nov 1918 Lyceum Theatre, LondonProfessional
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Probably the reason we like Lyceum plays is because we are idealists. The good people on its stage are as good as we would like to be ourselves - and as we persuade ourselves we should be but for untoward circumstances - while the bad people reveal depths of wickedness which we should be only to glad to discover in the people we hate. Now in real life we are always faling short of our ideals, while our enemies are always disappointing us by not getting sent to prison, all this being rectified at the Lyceum. At other theatres the dramatists struggle to persuade you that you are looking at a picture of real life, whereas the mere fact that there is nearly always a happy ending gives that picture the lie. So why not be frank about it and initiate the Lyceym plan by writing the play all through, instead of merely at the end, as we should like life to be, but as it isn't. For instance in real life, if somebody had a secret you were burning to hear, the ideal thing would be to for him to sit down and tell you all about it. This is what they do at this theatre when the female Hun of the play, talking to nobody but the audience, reveals her spy-ship at once by putting on a Pickelhaube and hissing "I hate the English." At other theatres she would have wasted an infinity of time by sneering, frowning, and eating audibly being all the time tongue-tied by the rule that actors must only think, and not talk when on the stage alone. Then again, the villain, being enamoured of the wealth of the heroine, instead of us at other theatres playing patience on a monument or waiting till he found her alone, blurts out in the presence of other people, "Constance, will you be my wife?" Now very few people have witnessed a proposal of marriage in which they were not concerned, but they would like to. Nor is this Lyceum ideally confined to words, for when an actor has something tender to say, soft music steals upon the senses, and when he has someone to arrest, a martial twang cleaves the air. Now this is not real life, but it is the ideal existence, for do we not love the things around us to respond to the mood of the moment. Should we not glow to have our tearful moments made romantic by "a dying fall" from Beethoven, or thrill to find our election speech periods punctuated by a chord of Handelian finality. And so we go to the Lyceum because we are idealists, to get what the grey cold world denies us. Moreover, there is permission to smoke there. Mr. Walter Melville's play "The Female Hun" tells us of a beautiful wretch named Grace Pearson, who was sent by the Wilhelmstrasse to England to marry a British General - Grant by name. This she successfully did, and so beautiful a young wife did she make her handsome middle-aged husband that it was with something like dismay that we saw her quit this mortal life in Act III, for some of the good people left on stage were not nearly so nice and fetching. The General's butler was also a spy, while his friend Julian D'Arcy, became one in the course of the play, so that life in the General's country house, from which he appeared to direct the operations in France, was altogether tres chaud. When he worked out plans his pretty wife filched them, and no doubt the butler took them by night to a U-boat commander, while D'Arcy stood by for orders from the pair. Meanwhile the General's niece, Constance Vivian was mourning her lover Captain Dennis Maxwell who had been posted as "missing." She was now marking time by growing potatoes with angelic resignation, and Julian D'Arcy, was varying the monotony of his life by proposing to her, as well as casting sheep's eyes at another equally rich young lady named Betty Blackford. At the end of Act I a secret service gentleman advancing down stage said "I arrest that woman as a German spy," and at once annexed Grace, the General's wife. At the end of Act II, the same functionary swooped down on the General's butler with a like statement. In neither case did he deign to inform as to what were his grounds for suspicion, so he kept his service very secret indeed. The butler presumably took up his station on the Hun section of the infernal gridiron, for he was never seen again, but Grace turned up safe and sound in the next Act, having easily persuaded the authorities that her arrest was a stupid mistake. Julian D'Arcy then became very pressing in his suit to Constance Vivian, and was one day cheering her up by saying "Dennis Maxwell is dead," when in walked Dennis himself, having escaped from his prison camp and walked through Germany disguised in an overcoat and a goose step. Being a clever lad he set to work at once and designed the fastest aeroplane in the world, but while he was up above the world so high proving the superiority of his machine, the saint-like Grace slipped into his office and stole his plans. But Constance chanced to enter too, and in the dainty wrestling match which followed virtue rescued the plans from vice. So Grace must needs hie her to that dark cliff where a U-boat captain awaited the plans and her, and explain to him why she hadn't got them. Constance therefore shared the fate of the people who know too much, and was kidnapped and packed on board. Grace who was having a busy night of it, then returned home to listen behind a curtain, while her husband worked out, with a member of the War Cabinet the plans of the next day's attack on the Western Front, Haig and Foch presumably being down with the flu at the time. This must be the big scene of the play, since no death occurs in any other. The interview over the General discovers his wife behind the curtain, and she, instead of saying she had been there looking for her smelling salts, prefers to tell him who she is, and what she is and so gets shot by him for her pains. How many villains has that rash and defiant "Ha, ha."brought to an untidy end. All had now been well had Constance been on terra firma but her going out to sea at night instead of to bed had at least one great advantage.It enabled us to see Dennis Maxwell, accompanied only by Eddie Lawrence, the comic lieutenant of the play, row out and board the U-boat, overcome its crew, and rescue the heroine. In escaping from a German camp Dennis had disguised himself, but he approached the U-boat and captured it in British uniform from an unsuspecting crew, proving what a guileless creature the Hun must be after all forsaking the horrors of "the knife" was there to give us a perfect performance as General Grant; Mr. Herbert Mansfield, graceful and earest as Captain Dennis Maxwell, Mr. P.F. Joynson-Powell as the white-livered butler; Mr. Leslie Carter worthy of far more opportunity than he gets in the one excellent scene as an "old contemtible" in the German camp; and Mr. J.C.Aubrey , as Julian D'Arcy, a heavy villain. The last named actor speaks every line like a school boy saying his lessons, and the author has given him everything to say which is ludicrously crude, so between them the audience gets quite gay. Mr Jerrold Manville's study of conventional old age is a foil to the younger spirits. All this stirring business of what is a good average Lyceum melodrama is well acted. There is Miss Annie Saker as the heroine, deep and soothing of voice, and mothering all nature with the charity of her glance: the ideal woman though here she is debarred from wearing a bathing dress as she did in "Seven Days Leave" when she swam out to a submarine in worlds record time. Miss Gladys Mason fair and false as Grace; Miss Hilda Vaughan playing the child as Betty Blackford the flapper in love with Lieutenant Eddie. Mr Bert Randall as that lively young officer himself privileged to make the house roar with no more a witty line than "nothing like a cup of cold tea when its hot." (The Illustrated Sporting and Dramatic News November 16, 1918. Our Captious Critic.)
14 Apr 1919 Lyceum Theatre, LondonProfessional
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The Female Hun Twice daily, at 2.30 & 7.30. New play by Walter Melville. Produced by W. and F. Melville. (The Globe - Monday 14 April 1919)
18 Sep 1919 Royal Hippodrome, SalfordProfessional
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Walter Melville's company present "The Female Hun" Wingold Laurence plays well as Capt. Maxwell, and Kitty Hyde is capital as Constance Vivian. Phillip Darien is well-placed as General Grant, and Harold Dayne is acceptable as Julian D'Arcy. Lydia Manningham in the title-role plays very artistically as the General's wife. Norman Clark is commendable as Sir Archibald, while Poppy Hasquin is a smart Betty, others are Wallace Court, Archie Watts, and Fred Marle. (The Stage - Thursday 18 September 1919)
11 Nov 1919 Theatre Royal, SheffieldUnknown
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At the Theatre Royal, Mr. Walter Melville presents "The Female Hun." (Sheffield Daily Telegraph - Tuesday 11 November 1919)
13 Dec 1919 Theatre Royal, BathProfessional
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Today Walter Melville's Co. an entirely New Play, "The Female Hun." Direct from the Lyceum Theatre, London. Monday December 15, 6 nights, two matinees Wednesday December 17, and Saturday December 20 at 2pm. (Bath Chronicle and Weekly Gazette - Saturday 20 December 1919.)
27 Mar 1920 Prince's Theatre, PortsmouthProfessional
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This week. Twice nightly 6.15, & 8.30. Consequence of its great success, The Female Hun will remain one week longer (Good Friday excepted.) (Portsmouth Evening News, Saturday 27 March, 1920).
10 Apr 1920 The Palace, GloucesterProfessional
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Walter Melville's enormously successful play "The Female Hun" direct from the Lyceum Theatre, London, will be staged in all its entirety on Monday next at the Palace, Gloucester, full of exciting scenes and incidents, including a race between high-speed aeroplanes, a delirious struggle inside a submarine and an escape from a German prison camp, should prove a welcome and thrilling evening's entertainment to the patrons of the Palace. The play is a typical series of effective cartoons concerning a British General who made the mistake of marrying a German girl whom he catches eaves-dropping behind a curtain while he is planning a new British attack, and forthwith he makes her pay the penalty and after many exciting scenes her accomplices are brought to book and thus brings the play to a happy termination. It will be presented once nightly at 7.30 with a matinee on Saturday at 2.30. (Gloucestershire Chronicle - Saturday 10 April 1920)
24 Apr 1920 The Opera House, NorthamptonProfessional
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Walter Melville's new play direct from The Lyceum Theatre, London, will make a welcome appearance at the Opera House, Northampton, on Monday next. Full of exciting scenes and incidents, including an escape from a German internment camp, a thrilling fight in a submarine, an exciting race between two high speed aeroplanes, should prove welcome for the patrons of the Opera House. There is little doubt that the British public, who loves the Melvilleodrama, will flock to "The Female Hun." As is usual with the Melville's, the comedy element is not lacking, and the play should provide a welcome and exciting evening's entertainment. (Northampton Chronicle and Echo - Saturday 24 April 1920)
20 May 1920 Empire Theatre, PrestonProfessional
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The Female Hun - Walter Melville's Company in an entirely new play, in ten scenes. Direct from the Lyceum Theatre, London. Twice nightly 6.40 & 8.45. (Lancashire Evening Post - Thursday 20 May 1920)