That Ferguson Family. Christmas week in the theatre is a time of plenty but not always one of jollity. While the holly wreaths hang high, the gloomiest producers, among them Gustav Blum, creep out with their dire presentations. Blum's latest bit of hardware was not so dull as festive critics found it, though not so good as its author, Howard Chenery, tried to make it.
At the head of the Ferguson family was Mom Ferguson, a dowdy, cynical scold. Impelled by her stupid and melancholy faultfinding, her two daughters and son rebelled by getting...
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