I was an usher there in the late sixties. The first movie when I worked there was The Dirty Dozen. There were trap doors and hidden passageways everywhere. I’ve been told that the hidden telephone booth is still on the second floor, and is still hidden. I used to change the marquee, and rearrange the letters , just for a few minutes. Then change them back. Once, the movie was , A Man Called Dager. It was supposed to say “ A Secret Agent You’ll Get Stuck On”. For a few minutes it said … You Can Suck On.
Once, we showed “ Nobody’s Perfect” and I put the P in backwards. I got caught, but Clyde, the manager liked it and told me to leave it in.
Spent many a Saturday afternoon there, with 50’s and 60’s Sci Fi and horror flicks. Downstairs was a gigantic basement, where the town kept all it’s Christmas decorations. The front row of seats was a good thirty feet from the screen, so you didn’t look up at it. No balcony, and no real stage. It was an easy theatre for a kid to seek into. And I did. A lot!
I was an usher there in the late sixties. The first movie when I worked there was The Dirty Dozen. There were trap doors and hidden passageways everywhere. I’ve been told that the hidden telephone booth is still on the second floor, and is still hidden. I used to change the marquee, and rearrange the letters , just for a few minutes. Then change them back. Once, the movie was , A Man Called Dager. It was supposed to say “ A Secret Agent You’ll Get Stuck On”. For a few minutes it said … You Can Suck On.
Once, we showed “ Nobody’s Perfect” and I put the P in backwards. I got caught, but Clyde, the manager liked it and told me to leave it in.
Spent many a Saturday afternoon there, with 50’s and 60’s Sci Fi and horror flicks. Downstairs was a gigantic basement, where the town kept all it’s Christmas decorations. The front row of seats was a good thirty feet from the screen, so you didn’t look up at it. No balcony, and no real stage. It was an easy theatre for a kid to seek into. And I did. A lot!