
John Masefield has a burning question he needs answered. Literally.
Writing from his home Hill Crest in Boar’s Hill, Oxford, the Poet Laureate asks theater production veteran Allan Wade a crucial question about staging his home theatrical production of Macbeth. He registers a particular anxiety about the potential for stinking up the place—and not with bad acting.
Dear Wade,
The basket of dresses has reached me safely; many thanks for it.… Continue Reading