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...before she scampers upstairs to her supper, Captain January was just made for you. The story, which flourished during Elsie Dinsmore's palmy days, is of a sea-tossed waif, rescued and reared by a hungry hearted lighthouse-keeper. Stock villainy and fairy godmotherhood (both well cast) complete the plot. Take the children...
...Gaar family comes one Christian Coty de Sandoval, soft-spoken rascal from New Orleans, burbling about some huge amount of money owed by the de parted Banker Almy to his (Sandoval's) colleagues, erstwhile rebels in the captured city of New Orleans. They had, it would appear, hatched a plot to ship over to France certain financial inducements to some of the feminine harpies "with made-up titles," who surround Louis Napoleon, to persuade that calloused monarch to bestir himself in the cause of the Confederacy. They had collected some $250,000, much of it in honest English and French...
...Significance. The plot is not the thing, in any event. It is the way of its telling that makes this novel unique. In oddly blurred, yet impossibly vivid, shimmering sentences, this rich ambling becomes an absorbing tale. In what its author calls "a romance of bad manners," he has sketched those nebulous days just after the Civil war, for our contemporary gaze...
Flossie. This musical comedy belongs rightfully in the foregoing category. It unconsciously burlesques most of the musical plays you've seen. It has a synthetic plot, with the familiar situation of the wrong couple forced to occupy a bedroom together by an interfering relative, while silliness is unconfined. Its song cues can be spotted several minutes in advance. The dirt is dished at every opportunity. Perhaps it is meant as a satire on the typical French farce, for its creator, Armand Robi, was nurtured by the Folies Bergeres. Its chief asset is a talented chorus that cuts up tirelessly...
...seem to be straining every nerve to convince you that they are done with flippant irrelevancies, that this time they are in deadly earnest, writing a sure-enough mystery story. But after they have you almost convinced, their deft fingers begin poking around into the defenceless ribs of the plot, and it all ends in roaring farce?a glorious melange of wisdom, wit, suspense, absurdity...