New York has not seen a real Russian ballet since Diaghilev and the great Nijinsky went back to Europe 16 years ago. It was, therefore, rare and oldtime glamour that filled St. James Theatre one night last week for the Monte Carlo Ballet Russe. Backstage had all been carpeted to protect the ballerinas' feet. Samovars and champagne pails were in the dressing-rooms. Out front were people who had paid up to $100 for their seats. There were cheers and flowers for every curtain call. At a champagne supper afterwards old Lawyer Paul Drennan...
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