Cinemaudiences at Detroit's Michigan Theatre last week cocked their heads dubiously when a roly-poly character named Georges André Martin marched onto the stage as part of the additional entertainment. M. Martin amiably drew on a pair of black gloves whose first and second fingers were missing. Over his four bare fingers he pulled two pairs of little red pants, apologizing for "dressing in public." Thus costumed, M. Martin's agile fingers looked like bare legs, his hands became an incredibly realistic team of tiny dancers. The audience, fascinated by the childish spectacle, began to...
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