spatch in his
cataloguing of ephemera from the Somerville Theatre has discovered
evidence of
Three Live Ghosts in the theatrical wild of 1922; I am delighted. I had never heard of this play
before June and now my husband is under instructions to steal the program if he finds it.
Time has been weird for ages and I understand the shifting nature of lunisolar calendars, but I still don't understand how it's already Erev Yom Kippur.