Broadway is a 1926 Broadway play produced by Jed Harris and written and directed by George Abbott and Philip Dunning. It was Abbott's first big hit on his way to becoming "the most famous play doctor of all time" after he "rejiggered" Dunning's play. The crime drama used "contemporary street slang and a hard-boiled, realistic atmosphere" to depict the New York underworld during Prohibition. It opened on September 16, 1926, at the Broadhurst Theatre and was one of the venue's greatest hits, running for 603 performances.
Carl Laemmle later paid a then-extravagant $225,000 for the film rights.
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Broadway theatre, commonly known as Broadway, refers to the theatrical performances presented in the 40 professional theatres with 500 or more seats located in the Theater District and Lincoln Center along Broadway, in Manhattan, New York City. Along with London's West End theatres, Broadway theatres are widely considered to represent the highest level of commercial theatre in the English-speaking world.
The Theater District is a popular tourist attraction in New York City. According to The Broadway League, Broadway shows sold a record US$1.36 billion worth of tickets in 2014, an increase of 14% over the previous year. Attendance in 2014 stood at 13.13 million, a 13% increase over 2013.
The great majority of Broadway shows are musicals. Historian Martin Shefter argues, "'Broadway musicals,' culminating in the productions of Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein, became enormously influential forms of American popular culture" and helped make New York City the cultural capital of the nation.
Imagine a world without hello's
We'd swim about rivers of sorrow
My eyes would not see , ears would not hear
And every time you turn around , It's tomorrow
Now picture a society so far out of reach
They'd eat through mountains of their own
Feast their eyes upon a fattened youngin'
And every time they turn their backs another is gone
So paint a picture of yourself
A model of your own world
You don't know what you've got until it's gone
Imagine a world with no arms and no legs
You'd lie there sometimes asleep , others awake
You'd rather be deaf , dumb and blind
And give up your appetite to walk, one more time
Now is this the picture we've designed
And what about the others will they ever survive
And you lie there trying to figure it all out
While the rest of the world is too busy to try
To pain a picture of themselves
A model of their own world