A play by C.E. Webber.
[Starring] John Slater
Second performance: Thursday at 7.30 p.m.

Language, they say, is not what it was. What has happened to the tongue that Shakespeare spake? Does it bear any relation to the clipped and commonplace trivialities of our everyday modern speech? We, the people possessing the most poetic of literatures seem to have come down to speaking the most prosaic of prose. On the other hand, how would it sound if somebody were to start speaking poetry as if it were normal usage while the rest of us went on as before? If, say, a pleasant young clerk like John Parker were to come by an accident that made him speak in nothing but poetic form and language to his fellow-employees, his girlfriend, his family, and those who try to nurse him? That, at any rate, is the situation in this light comedy; for one gift, in this case, is that of the gab. Peter Forster