Not for a long while had Broadway had a more prosperous or pleasing season. At times, during 1955-56, even the more contained critics chose their words like poets or like pressagents. Where, all too often in years gone by, the jejune was bustin' out all over, this season had a great deal of flavor, and a fair amount of body as well. Even so late as April, when playwriting usually sports its lightest-weight and most ill-fitting clothes, plays still looked neat or showed substance.
AAA to EEE. Merit, on Broadway, came in most sizes and...
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