Acrobatics

Parallel bars and a leather horse were all that was needed in Manhattan's Car negie Hall one night last week for two Russian dancers to show what could be done in the way of acrobatics. Time & again the boy jumped half the width of the stage, flicked his heels together, spun on one foot until the audience felt exhausted. Once the girl took a flying leap and the boy caught her by one wrist and pulled her through the air. At the end of two hours the girl was wearing a flaming red cap, the boy a cockade on his chest and they were still going like mad.

Soviet Russians like their dancers to be athletes, tireless as machines. Tatiana Vecheslova and Vachtang Chabukani, so important in Leningrad that they are permitted to get on the front end of street cars along with pregnant women, had come to the U. S. as the Soviet's first artistic delegation.

What the Soviet ballet is like was hard to discover from Vecheslova's and Chabukani's dancing. They used the conventional steps, only more of them. The piano accompaniment was too thin to be noticed. Only hint of propaganda was the red cap and the tri-colored cockade sup posed to suggest "The Flame of Paris." None of the dances had meaning outside of the energy it took to perform them.

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