I have spent most of the last number of days under the care of Dr. Autolycus, thanks to whose strict regimen of therapeutic purr I finally managed to sleep for more than two hours last night. He was so thoughtful as to wake
spatch for breakfast and return to bed without disturbing me. Today was primarily invested in seeing a human doctor, who I have to say did not offer the same immediate reassurance.

I had never heard of the Copley Theatre in Boston, so went looking for it a few nights ago. I found first a confusing reference via the Federal Theatre Project, suggesting an address of 27 Huntington Avenue, then a much more verifiable pointer in the form of a poster for the Boston run of William DuBois' Haiti (1938), whereupon a search for 463 Stuart Street yielded an immediate hit on Cinema Treasures with
ron_newman clarifying the question of addresses—different entrances at different times in the history of the building—in the comments. It began life as the Toy Theatre in 1914 and I had never heard of it because in 1962 it was scraped off the earth by the Mass Pike, at which time it was operating as a Brattle-style movie house called the Capri and had just completed a second round of renovations, including the projectors and screen. Gmaps imprecisely shows glass walls of new construction after the current fashion of Back Bay. I shall go someday and say hi to the proper address.
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