The U. S. cinemetropolis, Los Angeles, is one of the worst theatre towns in the country. Stars like Katharine Cornell play there to half-empty houses; a smash hit is almost as rare as one in Vatican City. But this month Los Angeles acquired onea homemade intimate revue called Meet the People.
A sort of West Coast Pins and Needles, Meet the People was put together after dark by dog-tired volunteer screenwriters, songwriters, actors, gay young hopefuls. In order to open, it had to pass the hat, drew coins from Marc Connelly, Groucho Marx, others. Opening unheralded in a tiny Hollywood playhouse with...
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