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April 22, 2002

Comic charm, like power and new money, seldom announces itself quietly in New York. This is a city that likes its humor fast, flashy and overstated, and it’s rare that a Broadway comedy seduces by stealth. Which may be why Paul Osborn’s ”Morning’s at Seven,” which has been given a wonderful new revival at the Lyceum Theater, surprises Manhattan theatergoers every time it comes around.

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