Imperial Valley press., 1935-04-27
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NEW YORK, April 27.-No daz-
zle is quite so captivating as one
of those smart and intimate res
taurants filling at the dinner hour.
1t is ultra gesturing with the blinds
up Everyone is out to impress the
other fellow And there are not
many who have not bedecked the
headlines.
How artful the head-waiters
grandiose sweep of the human
chaff behind the boSquets Of
palmsl Done so neatly no one ever
takes offense. Always somehow at
the auspicious moment sinuouS-
ly tragic Paula Tanqueray swayS
down the aisle. And at front ia
BILE the inevitable Portia with
long cigarette holder.
There's a taut little group try
ing to appear languid over mid
night sailing. The fellow with
pampas haircut who got in by
mistake and thinks he's with
blonde. The booming lady someone
has enormously told Is even more
amusing than Mrs. Pat Campbell.
The ubiquitous Cholly Knicker-
booker never fails to join someone
for coffee and an earful. Folks
poise in mid-air as Kit Cornell adj
justs her silver fox to depart. Per-
haps a bon vivant such as Col
Creighton Webb stops to chat
moment with Vanderbilt New
York at its New YorkieSt.
But despite New York's glossy
sophiStries. no stage character has
caught the Manhattan mind in
the manner of the ornery Jeeter
Lester in Tobacco Road" This
whimsical and ruttish old human
tumble-bug has been drawling his
vulgarities for more than two years.
AS an unwashed, illiterate and tur-
nip eating Peer Gynt of the back
woods, he has outlived every per-
fumed pet of the boudoir drama.
There's perfect analogy in the fact
that Bobbie Burns rhymes about
a louse will probably live longer
than Keats ode to Grecian urn.
What a columnist Burns would
have made, by the way.
James Huneker was able to whip
up a tagging appetite by visiting
one of the glittering delicatessens
that abound on Fourteenth street.
A drop-in before dinner and he'd
go home in wolfish hunger. The
psychology of suggestion, of course.
Potato salad in wooden bowl, a
platter of cream cheese, jars of
/ floating pickles, bright yellow
cheese and sliced pink salami at
tractively displayed viii send any
dyspeptic out ravenous. o, yes, and
those stuffed tomatoes garnished
with mayonnaise.
The accomplished gourmet usu-
ally tops a heavy meal-he's off on
food again!-With cafe parfait.
! There's always room for this fluffy
| entrement creation of Brillat-Sa-
varin. But only few places know
how to serve it. think of the Vic
| tor Hugo in Los Angeles and the
/ Colony in New York. Luza, the
/ Harper's Bazaar fashion artist,
once introduced me to profiteroles
as served to the King of Spain
when he stopped at the Meurice.
had eaten many versions OF profit
eroles but none comparable to
these and I made such pig OF
myself I've never cared for them
since.
1t is warming to see finished ac-
tors such as Tulho Carminati get
on with a flourish in the movies.
He was a leading man for Duse
| and Bernhardt and can dramatize
handing his hat and stick to the
| butler. A dilletante to the tips OF
his kid gloved fingers. In contrast
to a rather tedious run OF jaw
breaking, bone crushing toug h
guys, he's as refreshing as show
er on a parched day. In many
| ways, too, his rise is cheer for
strugglers up. He began his Hol-
lywood career without being able
to speak a word of English. And
has brought a suave gentility to
/ his roles not seen since the John
/ Drew days.
The meticulouSly well-dreSSed
! Carminati also revives a theory OF
mine that a fellow should go on
sartorial binge now and then, even
| if he has to borrow the wherewith-
al He should drop in at a swank
haberdashery and let himself go.
Shoot the piece for riotous paja-
mas. luxurious robes, silk sox,
shirts, ties and monogrammei
what-nots. It's a splurge one rare
ly regrets. To know such things
are around is dandy for the egb.
Every man should have few en-
tras he never wears but has cs,-
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