JUNE IS BUSTIN’ OUT all over. Parties take to the open air. While loyal Englishwomen plan platinum-jubilee street-beanos, Americans’ fancy turns to thoughts of a real nice clambake.
Rodgers and Hammerstein’s picture of industrialising New England was authentic: women undertook remunerative work; men in consequence wallowed in diminished responsibility and expanded leisure. ’s clambake menu, however, was unconvincingly long: codfish chowder with bits of salt pork, then roasted lobsters, before the clams arrived, “steamed
