O. O. McIntyre // Noel Coward seems the most engaging actor England has sent to America. Not yet 30, he is London’s fair-haired boy and is likely to duplicate his popularity on Broadway. He is now clicking in a hit revue for which he wrote the book, lyrics and music. He scored several years ago as a straight dramatic star in a play of his own. In his review he displays his versatility in singing, dancing and comedy roles. And until a better one is suggested I shall continue to regard “The Year of Grace” the best named of all revues.
Mr. Coward is no Adonis. He has large translucent ears that would shame the eminent Will Hayes, but like Mr. Hayes overwhelms with sheer personality. Mr. Coward captures his audience despite costarring with the obiquitous Beatrice Lillie, which statement will not add one cubit to my stature with the intelligenzia or the critics who hailed her with such huzzah. There is a near-society crowd which goes into an ecstasy of frenzy over Miss Lillie because she is a Lady something or other. On opening night they organized into such an annoying claque with their absurd plaudits they had to be hissed down.
Syndicated column, Dec. 4, 1928