A theatre is a dusty kennel, full of drafts and dust, scented forever with a sweet, unreal and sticky perfume, built of planks and plush, to house deceptions. Hoboken, N. J., is a squat and smoky suburb of Manhattan, a place where trains load and boats dock, where beery workmen lurch home along cobbled streets and where the world of art is chiefly represented by ancient and execrable examples of the cinema. Why then should anyone want to own a theatre in Hoboken, N. J.? Famed Author Christopher Darlington Morley (Where the Blue Begins,...
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