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SOME SPECTACLE Minutes and minutes before the time set for the curtain to rise the stream of expectant humanity gushed through all the wide entrance doors of the auditorium broke and rolled forward stopping only at the orchestra pit piling itself until the big theater was packed White bosoms gleamed like a myriad of mystic moonstones in tlie reflected light flannels shimmered diamonds flashed from their ivory resting places while fair eyes vied with thorn for brilliance The babel of voices was like some great rhapsody the stirring pulse of a vast concourse of friendly inquisitive human beings come to worship at the shrine of fantasy Of a sudden a hush almost solemn fell upon the house The curtain was rising with a tantalizing slowness to tlie dying strains of the short overture and the spectacle was on Atlantic City Press
