So many critical hosannas have gone up about "The Corn Is Green,"… that I am embarrassed to say that it didn't seem to me a flawless drama, or even an especially important one. In this almost solitary dissenting opinion, the play … is earnest, worthy,… and more than a little old-fashioned…. [Any] performance in which the characters behave like endurable human beings is a relief and a blessing, but I can't believe that it is automatically a work of genius….

I have the greatest respect for Mr. Williams' sincerity, not to mention his mastery of the soft and lovely Welsh dialect, but I wasn't really altogether happy at his play. It always seemed much too easy, to employ a phrase I learned at my grandmother's knee, to guess which way the cat was going to jump.

Wolcott Gibbs, "Minority Report," in The New Yorker (© 1940 by The New Yorker Magazine...