"The high priestess of Terpsichore," ecstatically crooned the Washington Post, "erected a shrine to the goddess of her choice in the New National Theatre here, and enacted a stirring program of beautiful dances, as varying in moods and caprices as the April day of thunder, lightning, snow and hail outside the theatre walls."
Pavlowa is in the habit of reaping scintillant appreciations of this nature. She has just returned from a deliriously successful tour of the Near and Far East, and is again invading our cities with Oriental novelties, chiefly Russian, of...
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