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...Patricia Birsh) weaving about George (Thomas Hasson) in a brash, hip-flicking dance of courtship culminating in a clinch and Louise's exit in Georges arms. "Nobody saw us," he says as he returns breathless to the stage. In the second incident, Alice (Maria Karnilova) rips off her nightgown, thrusts and twists about the stage in a wonderful pantomime of alternate abandon and frustration, finally offers herself to a stranger. "I don't care who he is as long as he is alone," she says, but she is rejected. The third incident has the Rev. Mr. Hartman (Donald...
...friends as "Mango, the King of the Pickles." was so rich that he yearned for discomfort. Wintertimes, Mytton went hunting wearing as little as possible, once horrified the gamekeepers by duck hunting in the nude. He once cured himself of hiccups by putting a candle to his nightgown: "enveloped in flames," he was soon too badly burned to burp. Despite his Spartan attire, Mytton "had a hundred and fifty-two pairs of trousers," spent half a million pounds in 15 years, died of d.t.s in a debtor's prison...
...seaside resort of Brighton accompanied by a hired "corespondent." There was the train trip down trailed by two hired detectives who carefully avoided speaking to him; the registration in the cold hotel as "Mr. and Mrs."; the embarrassed moments in the double bed beside the girl in a nightgown, he reading a newspaper, she munching sweets as they waited for the housemaid to bring breakfast and witness the incriminating scene. At least three breakfasts on three mornings were considered essential. Until 1857, only Parliament could grant a divorce, and did so at about the rate of two a year...
They adored each other, aped each other ("twin costumes of silk and velvet . . . identical flowing black ties"). Their quarrels were fiendish. Their cook, looking out of the window at 2 a.m., might descry Mummy, "her pink nightgown streaming behind her, rushing headlong down 97th Street toward Madison, screaming: 'I'll throw myself under the first streetcar!' " One morning, when she appeared with arm in sling, her right eye bruised she explained grandly: "I stumbled over a champagne case in the dark...
Whatever the evening occasion, Beck is usually ready by midnight to pull on his short nightgown ("Although," he says, "at $50,000 a year-just in salary-I ought to be able to buy silk pajamas without anybody thinking as goddam thing about it") to hop into bed for half an hour's reading, e.g., Harper's Bazaar, before his frenetic day ends...