Broadway, that fabulous invalid, never looked frailer or more gallant, never seemed more aware of its glorious past and its tenuous future, than on Tony Award night this past June. Musty old plays and musicals hogged the spotlight from newer works. Producer George Abbott, 106 years old and looking every minute of it, showed up to remind the assembled swells and the TV audience that Damn Yankees, which he had confected four decades ago, was again the liveliest show in town. The cathedral of commercial theater had reopened as a museum and a mausoleum. The place was awash in memories of...
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