Hangout for Broadway's anonymous, footsore young actors is the vast, bare-tabled, coffee-smelling basement of Walgreen's drugstore in Times Square. Into this "poor man's Sardi's," every noon, swarm the occupants of a thousand hall bedrooms, to eat and table-hop, jam the phone booths, swap hard-luck stories, pick up casting tips. Lately they have also been coming to buy a nickel's worth of reading matter.
Last fall a 30-year-old ex-newspaperman who also hung out in Walgreen's decided that these kids needed a "press" behind them. On a bank roll of $8, Leo Shull created it. In a rickety-rackety "office" where day beds jostled typewriters...
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