Word: elfin
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...fashioned musical comedy is complete unless it has in it a female baritone and a male chorus whose elfin members are capable of shouting, marching and even hitting one another, though not hard. Present Arms is complete and newfashioned. It has one good song...
...audaciously scrapped the usual Greek setting. Costumed in rococo gowns of an early Italian period, the actors scampered over a circular, sloping stage, before a seemingly infinite column of stairs. Draperies hung in a background clustered with stars were melted by green and orange lights into an elfin heaven. Puck, anointing the wrong lovers with his impish love-dew, flew on and off from so many different levels as to leave the impression that there was no such mortal foolishness as the law of gravity...
...stagnant incarnation, punctuated at grateful intervals by tolerable, vaguely familiar songs. The plot concerns one Rigo, polychromatic gypsy musician, onetime darling of society, now embittered enemy. His melodious followers ramble the forests in simple glee, vocalizing over three stumps, serenading the birds, celebrating Zita, Rigo's elfin granddaughter. She falls in love with a society man. There is mystery about Zita's male parentage which, when unriddled, restores society to good standing in the woods and Zita to her rich lover. For sheer dramatic prostration, Tales of Rigo is positively pathological. On the second night, two cats wandered...
...proprietor of the puppet show, an Italian with a heart as big as an ox, and perhaps a head of the same quality, marries an elfin, wistful sprite of a wife a few minutes before charging off to war. On his return, he is deaf from the conflict, enabling his wife to carry on her languishing conversations with her ad interim lover...
...coiling ivy rushed down at him and, when he lopped the tendrils the trees themselves moved upon him in a foremost phalanx, forcing him to blaze his trail to the lawns of the palace of Elfland. There he slew the palace guard-four splendid knight whose thick and curious elfin blood was awesome to behold. And Lirazel, the Elf King's daughter, stood among the bluebells and gazed am wondered and loved and went away with Alvaric to the Vale of Erl in the fields men knew...