Marge -
I showed my husband your message about the theaters in El Paso. He too went to the same theaters, and he waxed nostalgic. He told me:
"I remember in the early forties walking into the El Alcazar theater and the 'unbearable stench of being' hitting my nose immediately. In those days before air-conditioning in most theaters, and the weather outside around 110, and the young men that frequented the theater sporting flannel socks and tennis shoes (not Nikes or sneakers, but the real tennis shoes, two strips of canvas that laced up the ankles), you had the makings for a real 'pot boiler'. We dubbed the theater "El Calzetin".