Theater: Life Begins at 60

Never Too Late, by Sumner Arthur Long. There's a Ford in many a playgoer's future—Paul Ford. Ford looks rather like an elephant that has had its trunk bobbed.

He may lack the dignity of the great beast, but he shares all of its innate mournfulness. His flappy ears droop dispiritedly. His baleful eyes are broody with hurt. His massive brow (receding hair) puckers with pain. He is the most excruciatingly funny anatomy of melancholy on Broadway. His wife has just told him that in advanced middle age, he is about to enter second fatherhood. Ford trumpets his dismay: "When he gets out...

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