Come Blow Your Horn is a comedy of props. Frank Sinatra's Manhattan apartment, which seems to have been decorated on a dare by a Playboy Club Bunny, has more doors than Mother Hubbard's cupboard, all with the wrong people on the other side. And for telephones Frank has a red one, a black one, a Princess, an antique French, a Swedish one-piece, and a mobile unit in the Buick, all with the wrong people on the other end of the line.
In this den of doubletalk and doubletake, Playboy Sinatra struggles against his mossback...
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