One More River (by Beverly Cross) gets vigorously if rather reminiscently under way: a crummy rust-bucket of a freighter, a dead captain, a viciously tyrannizing mate, a respected bosun, a resentful crew. When it appears that the mate has thrown boiling water into the deck boy's face and blinded him, the crew is so boiling itself that, but for the bosun's insistence on a proper trial, it would string the mate up. The trial involves sensational charges and the mate's defense gets into the deeper waters of character. At the same time the play...
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