The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-12-14
In New York
BY PAUL HARRISON

New York-Cats look at queens on Broadway; paupers meet prime es; melodies from Sauk Center sit table to table with Park Avenue bigwigs. But there has never been. I'm sure, a stranger meeting that that of pr. Allan Roy Dafoe, de- liverer of the Dionne quintuplets, and Sally Rand, the bubble dancer.
 It was stunt, of course, the turing of the good gray physician into the Paradise restaurant, one of Broadway's biggest, gawdiest, noisiest, night spots. But he en- joyed it. He seems to enjoy every, thing. Bespectacled and benign. he sat with his party at a ringside table, slipped little white wine, smoked black cigars, and watched the whirl around him.
 
 Quick Retorts
 Came Sally Rand, swathed to the eyebrows in ,ermine to meet the guest of honor. Reporters hadn't been allowed to interview him at the table, and photogra- phers hadn't even opened their camera cases. But Sally-yes, he would meet Miss Rand. He had heard about this girl who danced with fans.
 They found a common ground at once. we've had doctors on both sides of our family for three generations" said Sally. Country doctors. down in the OZarks in Missouri and Arkansas. My moth- CT is a trained nurse."
 Well, well!" chirped Dr. Da- foe. Did you bring your fans, and your bubbles?"
 You'll see them" answered Miss Rand. i've got a prescrip- tion blank here, too. l thought it would be nice to get your auto- graph on it. Maybe you would give me a prescription for quintup- lets"
 My, my!" said Dr. Dafoe. "You'll have to come to the north woods for that" And he blushed
 Sally laughed. What is your obstetrical fee, doctor?"
 Three dollars"
 "Three dollars for the five little Dionnes?"
 "Oh, yes, that is the regular fee. made, but that would have cost
  have been SIS. My, my!"
 Contrasts Here was a scientist snatched from obscurity into international fame for his unprecedented feat or keeping alive five babies. Chances are that his name will be remem- bered, in medical circles at least when the world has forgotten every other person who sat in the cabaret that night. There were brokers and lawyers, bankers and merchants, movie folk, the froth of Broadway, spenders who tipped cigaret girls more than Papa Di- onne paid for the lives of his new little daughters.
 There was a writer-and not Q very distinguished one at that who has just signed a Hollywood contract for $750 a week. pr. Da- foes annual income, is about $500 in cash. though he explained to Miss Rand that some of his pa- tients pay in potatoes and bacon There was a press agent, who charges would-be celebrities mod est fortune to assist at the birth of their fame, There was aE- other physician, who lives in a penthouse because he is paid for listening to the grumblings of high-hat hypochondriacs.
  $35 Chorus Girls
 Just as was musing on these inequalities, the gray little man asked: '"rhese pretty girls - how much do they get?"
 About $35 a week." replied somebody. who might have gone on to explain that all chorus girls are the most distressingly underpaid people on Broadway. "Well. well!" said pr. Dafoe in surprise. My, my! - thirty-five dollars. But maybe they earn it.. They work hard, these little girls. .How much does Miss Rand get ?" he then inquired. ''I get a little more than that, murmured Miss Rand, whose sal- ary is $2.000 a week. ''My, my!" exclaimed the doc- tor. He lapsed into silence and sur veyed the big room, the mellow lights, the gay dancers. "Tell me" he said. "do you have these par ties often?" "It's like this every single night" declared a member of his ..xTya, o,,,,s .,35 ror nafoa