Back in the early 1940s, I spent many an afternoon at the fabulous Marboro Theatre, often dodging the glances of the matron who was watching over us. A favorite pasttime was when we finished watching two features, the news, coming attractions, serial and a cartoon: an enterprising young man would line a bunch of us at all side doors. At a given signal, the kids would burst out leaving the doors wide open, with the afternoon sunlight streaming in from the right side, causing the audience to hoot and holler. The left side was risky because it led to an one-way alley, where if the ushers were waiting, they could have nabbed a few of the malcreants. Ah misspent youth — now demolished along with the old building.
Back in the early 1940s, I spent many an afternoon at the fabulous Marboro Theatre, often dodging the glances of the matron who was watching over us. A favorite pasttime was when we finished watching two features, the news, coming attractions, serial and a cartoon: an enterprising young man would line a bunch of us at all side doors. At a given signal, the kids would burst out leaving the doors wide open, with the afternoon sunlight streaming in from the right side, causing the audience to hoot and holler. The left side was risky because it led to an one-way alley, where if the ushers were waiting, they could have nabbed a few of the malcreants. Ah misspent youth — now demolished along with the old building.