¶ In the middle of the feature, Kid Galahad, at the early show at Manhattan's little Greenwich Theatre "Where Bohemia Meets the Modern" one evening last week, the lights came on suddenly, the picture faded from the screen and the sound equipment boomed: "Attention, please, ladies & gentlemen. This is the motion picture operator speaking to you from the booth. There is no trouble with the equipment and no cause for alarm. I am using this means to protest to you against the inhuman working conditions in this theatre. I work seven...
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