For over six months Chicago has supported a hillbilly horror which advertises that it "Makes Tobacco Road Blush." Maid in the Ozarks, written by housewifey, Ozark-born Claire Parrish, is no spoof, but a serious mountaineerful. Though the management plays it up as "Bawdy! Lusty! Unashamed!" its real stock in trade is not sex but unsavoriness —bedbugs and bedroom crockery, belches and body scratching, hogcalls and outhouses, a halfwit boy who picks his toes on the breakfast table and rubs his face with worms.
The play, which two years ago had a hit-or-miss run in...
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