In 1941 London's shabby, slum-girdled Old Vic, one of the great repertory theaters of the world, was blitzed to atoms. But London was not to be robbed by a bomb of a tradition it cherished, or of the classics it loved. Fortnight ago, in St. Martin's Lane, a reborn Old Vic opened in a blaze of glory, and helped a theater slump, brought on by the robombs, to turn back into a boom.
It was clearly the occasion, and not the play Ibsen's Peer Gynt that made tickets scarcer than hen's eggs and...
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