As giggling stewardesses attracted Frank to pose as a pilot, nurses at a party prompt Frank to pose as a pediatrician. Soon "Dr. Connors" is supervising an Atlanta emergency room. He falls for one of the nurses, Brenda Strong (Aubrey Mae Davis). Sick of pretending and wanting to settle down, he gets a job as a lawyer from his fiancée's father. The musical departs from the film and book by having the FBI secretly follow Brenda to the airport rather than her setting him up for capture there. Actually, he escaped and fled to France where he was imprisoned and where Carl caught up with him.

Unlike many musicals, where slow songs are too often sentimental stem-winders, the slow-tempo ones here propel the characters, such as Hanratty's thoughtful "The Man Inside the Clues" and "Don't Be a Stranger" by Frank Sr. Not that the upbeat songs are slouches. Frank runs away from home to the driving "Someone Else's Skin," which gives emotion to his motivation, and Hanratty's energetic "Don't Break the Rules" does the same while providing an exciting production number and FBI agent kick line.

This musical is a mischievous treat. Catch it if you can.

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