The Norfolk-jacketed colonel, clipped of mustache and clipped of accent, bumped into the grand lady who of course turned out to be his long-lost love. As the two bodies collided, Tchaikovsky's Romeo and Juliet overture suddenly thundered of pain and passion. "I say," muttered the colonel. "You seem to have turned on my transistor radio."
The colonel was Comedian Art Carney, joined by Hermione Gingold in a parody of Separate Tables: Carney lost in Hermione's furs, and Carney in suicidal despair over having given the "wrong order" on D-day ("Desert!") was as funny as...
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