God, a benevolent old gentleman in a long white false beard, sat one night last week in a small, cramped heaven above the stage in Manhattan's Lewisohn Stadium. Surrounded by cloudlike forms, he occupied a throne in front of a large yellow sunflower, gazed majestically down at Job and his family & friends and Satan. He gazed also at the New York Philharmonic-Symphony Orchestra and a small audience of dance lovers. It was the first of the Stadium's three nights with the Denishawn Dancers, and the first U. S. performance of Job:...
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