John J. Daly, dramatic editor of The Washington Post, one night last week bought himself a ticket at the box office of Poli's Theatre. There was a new show on. Editor Daly stood ready to view, then to review it. At the door, Editor Daly proffered his ticket. Up rushed the house manager employed by the Poli's lessees, Messrs. Shubert of Manhattan. Politely but firmly, the house manager possessed himself of Editor Daly's ticket, marched to the box office, cashed the ticket for its face value, handed...
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