When it comes to reflection on the quality of life in one’s own time, there is always the looking back to a past ‘golden age’ when things were better. There is always the lament about the inferior quality of the present into which everything has declined from the noble ideals of previous generations. This is the chorus if the subject is manners and the behaviour of wayward youth, contemporary morality, the crime situation, the value of the dollar, or the theatre.
This theme of a golden age recurs in the theatre in Guyana when grey-bearded thespians with a distant longing in their eyes tell tales of the old great days of the Theatre Guild. On the other hand
