Who is Theresa Helburn

Theresa Helburn (January 12, 1887 – August 18, 1959) was an American playwright and theatrical producer best known for her work as a co-founder and producer of New York's Theatre Guild from 1919 to the 1950s.

Early life

Helburn was born in New York City to Julius Helburn, a leather merchant, and Hannah née Peyser, who established her own experimental elementary school. She attended the Horace Mann School and Windsor School in Boston before graduating from Bryn Mawr College in 1908. There she was active in theatre. She then studied playwriting at Radcliffe College and at the Sorbonne. She then taught theatre and wrote drama criticism. By 1918, the first of her own plays was produced on Broadway.

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  • Mother
    I have praised many loved ones in my song,
    And yet I stand
    Before her shrine, to whom all things belong,
    With empty hand....
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Organicpeoplepr: theresa helburn holy queen. new york theater producer, director, playwright. (january 12, 1887- august 18, 1959.)
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Timesportal: great minds on little theatres; reinhardt, pirandello, george m. cohan and theresa helburn hand down opinions, mr. cohan dissenting great minds on little theatres (02/10/1924)
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