Everything was very orderly until a quarter past eight. The crowd which had gathered in Orwell Street was marshalled into a neat phalanx. People with “dress circle” seats on nearby balconies smiled securely. Klieg lights shone down on the footpath.
But at a quarter past eight when Nöel Coward’s car appeared the crowd burst its bounds. There was loud cheering as he got out. Hands stretched towards him. Police struggled to make a laneway and in the end he “made” the foyer sandwiched between two of them.
Gift for Buttonhole
He was wearing in his buttonhole a gardenia given him at a business girl’s luncheon at David Jones’s yesterday – a triumph for the donor as a carnation is the usual flower.
In the comparative stillness of the foyer camera bulbs flashed to another crescendo of clapping. The throng of theatre patrons parted for him to mount the staircase, where stood a “rising sun” in red, white, and blue flowers with trails of red, white and blue ribbon.
Proceeds of the premiere will go to the Lord Mayor’s Fund, and the Lord Mayor and Lady Mayoress, Alderman and Mrs Stanley S. Crick, welcomed Mr Coward.
From a fashion point of view it was an old-world evening. Nearly every gown had a sweepingly full skirt, a bustle, or a flounce. Quite a few women wore furs in spite of the weather.