Frank Fay's performance in Mary Chase's 1944 Pulitzer Prize-winning comedy, Harvey, as Elwood P. Dowd, the eccentric friend of a (supposedly) imaginary, 6-foot-tall rabbit -- before the advent of LSD, mind you -- was a needed breath of fresh air during the insanity of World War II. (Trivia question: Who was Fay's first wife? See answer below.) It was indeed a crazy time, and Chase's comedy turned the whole notion of what, and who, is sane on its rabbit ear. When Dowd's acknowledgement of his friend's existence baffles his sister, Veta, and her daughter, Myrtle Mae, they conspire to have him committed. But Veta winds up in the loony bin, and the debate begins over who belongs where -- in psychiatric care, in the world, wherever. These are almost equally crazy times as we debate the notions of good vs. evil, man vs. nature, freedom vs. order -- you name it. So maybe we all could use a 6-foot rabbit to make sense of things, or maybe we could just sit back and watch Butch Caire (pictured) and his Artists' Cooperative Theater go through the paces of this play. The 1950 film version provided James Stewart with one his greatest comedic turns. Tickets $15 adults, $10 kids ages 12-under. (Trivia question answer: Barbara Stanwyck.)

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