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...divorced dentist (Stan Lachow), and, more important, the dentist's 13-year-old son Billy (Mark Bendo). Billy is parked with the Thayers for a few weeks, and Norman takes a shine to the kid. He teaches him how to fish, and Billy, a bit of a smartass, brushes up Norman's archaic lingo with such modernisms as "suckface" for "to kiss." A brush with death further restores Norman's zest for life and schools Ethel in the sweet scary brevity...
...emotional carnage. She, more than anyone else in the show, makes her stereotype a person. With an extraordinarily strong voice and a very smooth, sarcastic style, Woods escapes the limits of the revue form and forces us to share the events of her days from her unhappy first brush with sex (described in the song "Getting Home") to her careful analysis of her friends (the other four women in the show) which she reads to us in her solo "Journal...
Hiking into the park on a hard-packed, snow-covered road, Yates expected to hear a snowmobile before he saw one. That would give him time to duck into the brush and escape notice. The ranger who spotted him, though, was riding on a snowmobile with a muffler. The ranger caught Yates trying to disappear into the woods. Although Yates offered the alibi that he was heading for the nearby Appalachian Trail and not Katahdin, and though he was not yet within the park bounds and there was little the ranger could do, the ranger's suspicions were aroused. Likewise...
...slight in stature but huge in hypochondria, and so full of pills that when he sneezes "people around me get cured." By happenstance, Henry extricates Sally Morgan, a coy maiden winsomely played by Beth Austin, from the maritally-minded clutches of Sheriff Bob (J. Kevin Scannell), a sage brush Keystone Kop. Sally's true love is Hiawatha, or rather, Wanenis (Franc Luz), a noble North American savage from red-blooded Dartmouth. She gets him, and after a number of featherbrained misadventures, Henry finds perfect health and pneumatic bliss in the arms of a lusty-voiced, opulently endowed nurse (Carol...
Kevin Conway paints a psychograph of Treves, each brush stroke subtler than the last, the kindest of healers plagued with the darkest of self-doubts. And Carole Shelley's Mrs. Kendal - curious, amused, emotionally generous - is a womanly oasis, and like the play itself, no mirage in a parched season. - T. E. Kalem