Carlottas Serape

This is Maxwell Anderson and I, together with Brooks Atkinson and Thornton Wilder, have just served as one of the judges on a verse playwriting contest conducted by the Academy of American Poets in association with CBS, which has resulted in money awards for the winners and a radio performance for the winner of the first prize.

Poets need material rewards. When an age when poetry is encouraged by monetary success, there has always been more poetry written than in age when the cash returns for verse for few and meager, and the more verse written, the better the top grade is likely to be.

Our own years have not been too kind to poets. They win few prizes, gained little recognition among us. That is then be grateful to the Academy of American Poets and to CBS for honoring this noblest and most ancient of the arts.

The CBS radio workshop dedicated to man's imagination, the theatre of the mind. Today Carlotta's Sorapi by a newly discovered young poet Miss Rose Orrenti with a special score composed and conducted by Lawrence Rosenthal and to set the scene Mr. Maxwell Anderson.

The time is this summer. The scene is a Mexican marketplace. Carlotta is looking at a pottery display, but out of the corner of her eye, she is watching the old weaver at the next stall.

She wanders over to his stand, pretending to be unconcerned. Actually, she is excited about a Therapean's collection. She touches it casually, but her fingers tremble. Sir, it happens that this wretched rag caught my eye, just now entering the square I thought, is this really a sauropy or passing for one? But with all its thoughts I can see it on my bedroom floor. In fact it's somewhat