O Nightingale. They say that there are no new stories in the world. Yet there are certainly new tracks on which to run old wheels and these the author, Sophie Treadwell, has found. Her play runs consequently into the rare district where good entertainment lives.
A little girl came to the city for a stage career. A French roué tried his best and worst to help her to it. She selected instead a youthful and engaging sculptor. Novelty came in the wistful naivety of the ingenuous heroine. You believed, as did the sculptor,...
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