Never had Manhattan been more decisively invaded, and conquered, by ballet. Last week, 65 young British lads and lassies had bundled into two B.O.A.C. planes, bound for New York. The girls, uniformly pretty, were outfitted in the latest British fashion, in the forlorn hope that dollar-heavy dowagers in the U.S. might be persuaded that London, as well as Paris, can turn out smart women's clothes. But the major part of their mission was far from forlorn. This week, socialites, diplomats and balletomanes were flocking to the Metropolitan Opera House to see them....
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