To be a persistent playgoer in Manhattan, a man must really love the theater. If he wants to see a hit play on Broadway, he is likely to be insulted by the box-office attendant, scalped by a ticket broker, upstaged by the usher and snarled at by a fireman. He will find no place under his seat to park his hat, he must refrain from smoking, and, if he wants a drink between acts, he must fight his way through the crowds and buy it somewhere down the street.
These nightly forfeits paid by New York theatergoers may partly explain why Broadway...
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