China Rose. For no assignable reason there was a lull last week in the Theatre. China Rose was the only opening. China Rose made the lull complete.
Old and wizened attendants of the playhouses looked at each other and pinched their wrinkled ears. Had Fate suddenly peeled a quarter-century away and made them young again? Surely this was not a modern musical adventure, despite its stock of radio and crossword puzzle jests. It was, rather, a curio dug up from the old downtown days. It had a soldier named Bang Bang, an ingenue...
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