In all my theater-going days, I can honestly say I've never seen anyone tread the boards like Rosalita C. de Camargo. Her Granny had me laughing, weeping, and breathless. When that big, bad wolf ate her up, I lived it. When the woodsmen somehow extracted her from the ruthless predator, I, too, was born a-new.
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