TV was showing signs of spring fever. Most of the week's dramas ran in pairs like truant schoolboys. There were two broad farces, two plays about frustrated spinsters, two about boxers, two about lady spies, two about heartless fathers, and two about the general untrustworthiness of the men.
Out of this welter one spinster, one spy and one of the boxers emerged above average. On Studio One, pretty Nina Foch accomplished the considerable job of looking plain as a mud fence in a drama about a thirtyish spinster who gets her last chance at...
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