Porgy. While the Theatre Guild's most highly paid employes* were weaving spells for gratified Chicago audiences and the first road company† was about to open in Hanover, N. H., to a rapt gathering of Dartmouth undergraduates, the Guild raised its Manhattan curtain on a troupe of Negroes. Meeting the ceaseless mutter that the Guild worships at the shrine of foreign playwriting, the first selection went completely native. It is set at Charleston's docks, written in Negro patois, deals with purely Negro problems (as opposed to...
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