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Focus of U. S. theatrical attention last week was a great grey pylon which strikes the earth where Manhattan's Sixth Avenue Elevated fences off 50th and 51st Streets -the Radio City Music Hall of Rockefeller Center. Wags had already dubbed the locale of the new theatre, whose 6,200 seats make it the world's largest, the "Rothafeller" Center, for celebrated Showman Samuel Lionel O'Roxy") Rothafel was to produce this week-and as many weeks thereafter as he could make the $85,000 "nut" (overhead)-a monster variety bill twice daily...
...national publicity last month for a publication called Grit. It was in Grit that a North Carolina youngster spotted a picture of President Hoover's strangely missing friend Col. Raymond Robins, leading to the discovery and return of Col. Robins (TIME, Nov. 28). Proudly last fortnight Grit celebrated its 50th birthday...
...50th Anniversary Number included an extra supplement devoted to Grit, its history, its family. Peering from the front page was a large photograph of Founder-Publisher Lamade whose white hair is the only sign of his age?73. He was a $12-a-week printer on the Williamsport Daily Sun & Banner in 1882 when Grit first appeared as the Banner's Saturday afternoon edition. It made a poor start. Its publishers were about to scrap it when Printer Lamade got two other men to help him buy it, publish it separately in another shop. Grit Publishing Co. was founded with...
...Arts & Letters, an assemblage of unofficial Immortals who maintain a gallery and clubroom in Manhattan's frozen north, at No. 633 West 155th St. Four weeks ago the U. S. Immortals assembled to honor one of their most distinguished members, 72-year-old Gari Melchers. On the 50th anniversary of his first exhibited painting, "The Letter," shown in the Paris Salon of 1882, they held a dinner, presented him with a gold medal and turned over their gallery to a memorial exhibition of his work. Last week they draped the door in black and tacked gold palm leaves...
...pageant which many a New Yorker thought never to see repeated was given this week for the 50th time. The Metropolitan Opera House shed the dingy warehouse look which it wears through the summers. Lights from the marquees flooded the surrounding sidewalks. Limousines drove up in lines to where flashlight photographers waited to see if the passengers were important enough to "shoot." In another line, earnest men and women drably dressed waited anxiously to get standing place behind the red plush rail inside, to see the faded gold curtains open on the beginning of another winter's opera...