New Play in Manhattan

Tenting Tonight (by Frank Gould; produced by Saul Fischbein) is one of those harmless, agitated, anxious-to-please little comedies that loom big only in their blundering. It concerns a bunch of former G.I.s who can't get into a jerkwater college because they cannot find a place to live. They high-pressure a kindly prof into letting them make a flophouse of his living room; but a big-shot trustee gets mad at the idea. Then they soft-soap a racketeer into turning a building he has leased into a dormitory instead of a dive. But the trustee only gets madder. It takes an act more of plotboiling to get the boys safely enrolled.

Playwright Gould tries his darndest--occasionally with a serious plea for his warriors' peacetime welfare--clamorously, continuously, with goofiness and gags. But for some reason Tenting Tonight isn't very funny even at the rare moments when it should be.

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