Seven years ago Isadora Duncan, tired of Paris, the U. S. and the conventions of both, accepted an invitation of the Soviet Government to go to Moscow and found a school of the dance. Moscow palled before long and Dancer Duncan returned to France where in 1927 she died, strangely strangled by one of her own scarfs when it caught in a wheel of her motor car.* Back in Moscow, the seed she had planted took root, flourished. Irma Duncan, an adopted daughter, had stayed to spread the gospel and teach children,...
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