It was my neighborhood double-feature theater. Went there often as a kid in the late 1930s/early 1940s.
Admissions: Adults, 10cents; kids under 10, a nickel. Everyone was poor then; the King Bee was located just NW of Kerry Patch. Aggressive kids would stand outside and chant, “Got 3 cents, got 3 cents, need a nickel” to panhandle pennies for admission.
They gave away dishes on Tuesday nights. The idea was, keep coming back, eventually get a full place setting.
Saw many a Western/cowboy movie there and many, many Saturday matinee serials. The serial hero “died” each week; come back next week, see how he escaped.
It was my neighborhood double-feature theater. Went there often as a kid in the late 1930s/early 1940s.
Admissions: Adults, 10cents; kids under 10, a nickel. Everyone was poor then; the King Bee was located just NW of Kerry Patch. Aggressive kids would stand outside and chant, “Got 3 cents, got 3 cents, need a nickel” to panhandle pennies for admission.
They gave away dishes on Tuesday nights. The idea was, keep coming back, eventually get a full place setting.
Saw many a Western/cowboy movie there and many, many Saturday matinee serials. The serial hero “died” each week; come back next week, see how he escaped.