Evening star., 1913-12-05
And But Very Few Sad, Gross
Broadway Restaurants
Serve Food Only.
TANGO AND TROT MUSIC
is HEARD ON ALL SIDES
Pumps More Necessary Part Of
Patrons Equipment Nowadays
Than an Appetite.
Special correspondence OF The star.

| NEW YORK, December /. 1919
| Another cabaret has blown up on
Broadway. 1t was a nice. lively cabaret
too. The police used to bite their fingers
at it every little while
! Colncidentally it was announced that
another professor of the tango has been
captured in Argentina and will come to
New York. He moves his feet with a
circular motion that is most attractive
He is described as being small thin and
pale, and he can talk only whatever it is
they speak in the Argentine. Just the
same, admission to his tango teas will be
by invitation only at $3.50 per. He will
give lessons at $50 the lesson.
What's the answer?
There are only one or two cabarets
of real quality left on Broadway There
are only d few restaurants-sad material
gross places-where food only is served
Everywhere else they dance. 1t may not
be the tango-as matter of fact a tango
is about as rare as a Wooden-legged
water bug. in spite of all the talk about
1t-and 1t may not be the trot. You can
dance anything you want to- from the
old-fashioned cuddle- closer ch heek -on the
cigar-pocket sort of waltz to the new
style Where you get very contiguous and
then Wiggle. But you must dance Pumps
are more necessary part of a restau-
rant diners equipment nowadays than an
appetite. A hungry man hasn't chance
We overheard one.
Ate as He Danced.
Wait until l finish my rabbit, Pet" he
said, in a gobblng tone
Then we'd miss this dance" said she
firmly, but with coax i'll her voice
Come"
hi Ia
could and munched as he trotted solemnly
about the dancing floor
So we started out to find the answer
We wanted to know why this Yen for
dancing has set New York curveting like
so many red ants on a hot rock High
society prances more vigorously than 18th
street. The gloomy part st the sketch
pledged himself to do the necessary eat
Ing and drinking. The girl said if she
met any one she knew she'd dance
Lets go to the liveliest one first said
she.
places. The tum-tum-tum of the tango
is heard on every block between the Cir
Gle and :'3d street and east and west two
blocks from Broadway Fiddle music
leaks through every open door. But the
gingery shop is the one with gold leaf
Oh the ceilings and Assyran geological
theories in black and gold on the walls
It's near the corner of I2d street and
Broadway.
Who's Who in Party.
On the way we picked up a pair of
friends. So that the dramatis personae
We're:
Mr.. Gordon, who writes high politics for
magazines and who had borrowed a car.
Mr.. Condor. who writes fluff fiction Tor
the fteen-centers and whose wife is In
Maine.
The Girl.
The Gloom.
Many head walters put US at a little ta-
Die at the edge of the dancing Toor 1t
was SO very little as to prove a source of
embarrassment to timid and retractile
persons. Many other little tables were
separated by mere crevices through which
walters tiptoed, carrying wine buckets at
arms length over their heads Persons
dressed up like plush fire horses sat at
the tables. Electric lights shirnmered
through crystals The dancing floor was
about the size of the parlor back home
certainly not big enough for two sets
of the old square dances. Half way to
the ceiling ran "A mezZanine. Many per-
sons craned their heads over the rail,
looking down at the waxeG space irnme-
diately beneath. They made one think of
fishermen on the Steeplechase pier at
Coney Island. Tables edged in upon the
dancing floor.
! Mr.. Gordon-The waiter says wine only
| is served here.
| Mr.. Condon-Geei Some dame in pink,
! The Girl don't see anything vulgar
about a trot.
! The Gloom-Even a club sandwich costs
60 cents.
| The walters were Ellis Islanders and
had been carefully manicured. The mo-