Last Sunday night Manhattan's Windsor Theatre broke the Sabbath with a great scalawaggery of shimmying, shagging, rowdy flashing of black eyes and brown legs, a lively wigwagging of rumps. A comely Negro girl led the terpsichorean rout, rumbaing, impersonating Inca and Martinique maids, flaunting a big cigar in her mouth as a West Indian on an excursion, shimmying in a Florida barrel house, cakewalking as "de Tah Baby" in a ballet on Bre'r Rabbit. This live-wire dancer was Katherine Dunham, young Chicagoan, starting a series of Manhattan recitals with the best Negro dance group yet assembled.
At the University of Chicago, decade...