The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-01-30
BY PAUL HARRISON

Miami Beach, Florida The fellow who knows the most prom inent people, and knows them most intimately, is an ingratiating red-head named Billy Mann. He Is the only remaining original member of the four Yacht Clup Boys who don't belong to any yacht clubs, and who get seasick If given half chance.
 They sing. They make up their own songs. and render them for the amusement and sometimes the bl,ishes of night club custom ers from Chicago and London. Also they sing ut parties in the homes of wealthy people. Mann could, if. he chose, recount some astonishing things about the private life of our very best people.
 Here in Miami Beach the gay young men do regular chores of singing at Barney Gallant's trim nightery, which is called Ira's. In odd moments they traipse around the decks and drawing rooms of the Moffats and Pulitzers and Leedses and Vanderbi1ts. Billy tells me little story about W. K. Vanderbilt and his private tune.
 
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 Some years ago the quartet sang two or three times a week at Vanderbilt's Florida parties. One evening the host produced a musl- cal score which he had brought from Germany. Here's q grand melody" he said. Il took 1t from afx Why don't you fellows write some words for it?"
 They did. Or at least Chick called I'm Trying Hard to Keep | Away From You" Within year it became known all through the southern resorts as "The Wander bilt Tune," for 1t never was sung except in W. Ks presence. But somebody else heard the tune - in Germany, no doubt -- wrote some lyrics and published 1t. Paul Whiteman introduced l, and the title was When Day Is Done.
 At Birthday Party The Yacht Club Boys were .ap- bearing in the Cafe de Paris, LOn- don, when Barbara and her father and the Prince blew in one eve ming, demanding that they come to Paris for her birthday party. The management of the club re- ceived 5000 to release the quar- | tet for one evening, while they went to Paris in a chartered plane. Billy wouldn't tell me how much Ilhe and his troubadors received, ! Iguess he has heard some of the criticism that was aroused over the l cost of that snug little soiree. 4 After three years in, these parts. Mother Kelly is developing Il | growing nostalgia for Broadway Mother" Is strapping Irishmnn who has been head bartender for Texas Guinan's, Helen Morgan's and Billy Galiaghers. He won his nickname by tossing out rowdy playboys who annoyed the chorus girls. The latter always said that Kelly treated them like mother. Fooled by Anoninity
 In his own establishment here. Kelly and chatted of New Workers. and he recalled his ac- quaintance few years ago with q diffident, shabbily clad young man whom he knew only as Mir Brown. The fellow appeared every after noon, slipped couple of beers. talked shyly, and departed. One day he said: Kelly, my new play Is opening tomorrow. It's going to be good, and | want you to come to the premiere" Kelly said sure, he'd be there all right. Meanwhile he was thinking 1t was a shame this nice young fellow was such n nut. &
 Some tickets we're delivered the next day, but Kelly was busy and forgot them. At midnight an ex- cited evening-clad crowd burst in! led by "Mr Brown. He intro duced Alfred Lunt, Lynn Fun- tame, Douglas Fairbanks. Jr, and some other people to Kelly---"the only man in New York who docs not believe I can write q play.
 "Mr Brown" 1t seems was Noel Coward. who had just witnessed the triumph of Design for Liv- ing. ~