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Viewed the pictures on nycsubway.org but can’t really see the theater.
The roar of the IRT going by never distracted us,except when the victim was laying on
the floor and was just about to tell us who (shot,stabbed,hit him with a club,threw him down the stairs)
And then we would try to read his lips.
I went to the Ambassador theater in the 1940s. I was thirteen plus at the time.
Saturday morning my mother would give me twenty five cents and I would walk
from Rockaway Parkway to Saratoga and Livonia avenues,(we didnâ€™t own a car).
The admission was ten cents for cartoons, a serial usually Flash Gordon or Dick Tracy or Buck Rogers,Movie-Tone News,two feature films, the first was a western the second a comedy or musical.
In between films there would be a raffle for a schwinn bicycle.
Come to think of it I never saw anybody win (hmmm :–))
After the movie I would go next door to Goldfrieds deli and spend the balance
of my fifteen cents for two hot dogs and a bottle of Pepsi (five cents each)
So from 10-am to 5pm on saturday my mother knew where I was and in good
hands of the matron with a flaslight walking the aisles to make sure nobody
got out of hand.
These kind of saturdays were probably some of the best days of my life.
To bad the younger generation of today donâ€™t experience those kind of days.