Last summer a plump little Hindu woman arrived in the U. S. with trunks of costumes, strange-looking instruments and a fixed determination to exhibit her native songs and dances. Her name was Mona Rani ("Beautiful-souled Queen"). In her childhood in India she had played with panthers, toured with her engineer-father into the dark tiger-infested provinces. But in the rush of Manhattan she broke one leg in July, the other in January. Not until last week was she sufficiently mended to stage her U. S. debut.
Aided by a Hindu troupe which she had...
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