For the past 15 years, headquarters for vaudevillians in Manhattan has been the National Variety Artists' Club in West 46th Street. Many a legend surrounds the place. One is that a policeman, passing late one night, spied a group of men hanging around the front door. Thinking them loafers, he ordered them to move along. To the constable's surprise, one member of the group, a tumbler, complied by doing a series of back flips all the way up the sidewalk to Broadway. Last week the N. V. A....
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