The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-12-19
In New York
BY PAUL HARRISON

New York - For many uneasy weeks the night-club proprietors had just one question on their list.
 After coming over to ones table to observe the little amenities, to, agree that there was a pretty nice crowd there that night, and 10 suggest a critical hearing of the new torch singer. each one would bend down to ask confidently: Say, do you think they're going to like these little, intimate spots after repeal? Or will they go for the big crowds in. the big restau- rants and dining rooms?"
 We'll, their anxiety is ended now. The customers like the big spots, the little spots and the in- between establishments. The hey hey makers, as well as their mon ey, are in circulation, and the current idea seems to be to see how many places one can go to before the curfew hour of 3 a. m.
 Hundreds dined at small and intimate ex-speakeasies the other evening before going over to ca wort at the County Fair Ball at the Waldorf-Astoria. And from there they spread out again for 8 few nightcaps at the clubs.
 The return of such transitory night life is due largely to the general abolition of the cover charge. Virtually all the sizzling salons used to have a cover charge, or at least a minimum charge, to circumvent the folk who'd bring their own liquor and order nothing more than ice and glasses.
 To-day the hip-hask has
 been given, place on the
 family what-not along with
 the cOnclI shell. the wax flow
 CTS and the bullet taken from
 grandpa's shoulder at Antie-
 tam.
 The Revue of Revues
 It has been more than 20 years since Broadway has had a Fo- lies Bergere. Shortly before he lost his life in the Titantic disaster Henry B. Harris, the producer, tried such project in what is now tho Fulton theater and lost for tune Another theatrical fel- low, Billy Rose. is trying it now Casino de Farce occupies the old New Yorker theater, which is twice the size of the Fulton, and his re- vue cast dwarfs that of any other in town. So, by the way. does his master of ceremonies dwarf all the other Mes, for he's the largish MT Max Baer. MT Baer is Q song-and- dance man. movie actor, a heart breaker of some repute and-oh, yes-a prize fighter. Or was prize fighter. Boxing seems like agood deal of trouble to fellow who can drag down a $3,5O0 purse each week for stepping few rounds with a bunch of chorus girls.
 It was only 0 little more than 9 year ago that another far-sighted promoter tried to negotiate with MT Baer for a similar chore in an amusement place. Max fiippantly answered that he'd work for $1,000 a week, and has since con- fessed that he would have accept ed the job for $500. Now he's glad he didn't take the offer seri- ously. A little fighting and lit tie filming have added thousands of dollars to the value of the cur ly-headed youngster,. .,1 They're In the Money The jazz era has done we'll by most of its darlings. For ex- ample, among the performers in the floor show Of the Back Stage Club nine years ago were Helen Morgan; who never dreamed then that she'd be glorified in Show Boat; Morton Downey, a boyish faced tenor who looked and sang as though he'd just stepped out of a choir; and dancer (none too George Raft. Miss Morgan was paid $500 a week: Downey drew $175; and Raft earned $75 and was glad to get it.