The Washington times., 1934-06-12

airplane he had just entered ne
gotiations for the purchase of
another-to keep the other one
company, 1 presume . So we all
sat out there and I observed how
very beautiful Miss Katharine
Burke still was and how youthful
Mrs. Sailing Baruch was. Mr..
Sailing Baruch limited vaguely
that he was returning to Florida
within the few days and Mr..
David Marx commented gently on
the charms of Miss Charlene
Aber, one Of the twins, who, &C.
cording to Broadway gossip, is to
become his bride any week. =.
In the garden Of Leon and
Eddie's I sat Saturday afternoon
and watched Comedian Cliff Hall
as he fused about his young son
and chatted with his pretty wife
i. 1t made a pretty family pic
ture but the cold truth is that
the Cliff Halls are separated and
appear to have abandoned the
idea Of a permanent reconcilia-
ton. Only few nights before
in this same spot, I observed how
his once priced boyish look and
shy air had deserted Richard
Barthelmess. . Mary Brian and
Dick Powell were here this night
and so were Bert Wheeler, Jack
MCGOWAN and Buddy DeSylva. {.
At the Stork Club Friday night
I noted that handsome Mr.. Sher-
man Billingsley had changed his
entertainment somewhat and felt
depressed that he had permitted
Miss Ann White to leave for I
never tired of listening to this
pert gal chanting her Saucy pat
terings. Thurs day night, Z
dropped into the Paradise, .lured
by N. T. G.'s fantastic promises
that would be startled by his
new nudiSt revue. L found it a
charming presentation of some
shapely and charming young
ladies displaying moles and dim
Piles below the chin-line but try
as I would, I couldn't get myself
into a startled or shocked mood,
having reached that state of mind
in company with hundreds of
others who parade this Broadway
section where nudity merely bores
and where the real thrill comes
in inspecting some fresh and TN
spoiled beauty, fully and prettily
dressed. II think the nudity
cycle is temporarily ended and
night club operators would find
considerable more success with
the public if they started to dress
their beauties, paying more atten-
ton to the costuming-than to
the lack Of it.
Tuesday afternoon, wandering
down the lower reaches of East
Forty-Second Street, I drop into a
colorful restaurant, The Goblet,
and there for the first time in a
year meet an old friend, Chris
Manning, who in the heydey of
prohibition operated tiny but
favorite rendezvous of mine in the
West zoos where I once found ma
terial for an entire column, if you
may recall-in the death of a mon
key and a dog and the subsequent
suicide of another lonesome dog
:. Sunday evening, at Ell Chico in
the Villa where Collado urges me
to desist from tagging him Man
hattan's handsomeSt restaurateur
and shows me a score of mash
notes he has received, many of
them embarrassing since it ap-
pears Sonora Collado objects. L
drop over later to visit another
friend. Lee Chumley. and we dis
cusS the amazing versatility of
Gil Patten, creator of the "Merri-
wells" who, in the midst of his
movies and syndicate &C.
tivitieS, has started work on a
play. Friday night at the Casino
de Paree, A. C. Blumenthal join
ing in Justify as the Messrs.
Wheeler, Clarke and Morgan sing
ancient songs, including I'm the
Shade of the Old Apple Tree"
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