Black & Blue Ballet
Troops at camps around Manhattan will shortly have a taste of the ballet. They may very likely enjoy it, for they will see nothing dainty or esthetical in Fancy Free, the surprise hit of Manhattan's booming ballet season. It is as lusty a piece of knockabout vaudeville as could be found in the hey-heyday of B. F. Keith.
Ballets that aim to be folksy stuff often manage to be coy, condescending, phony. But Fancy Free is as genuinely native as a buck-&-wing on a xylophone. Three bored sailors tank up and...
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