The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-10-11
In New York
BY GEORGE ROSS

ANCN AOAAt hbgbs AA"AAh sign of the times, Q temporary shot in the arm, or what you please, but the fact remains that more than twelve new night clubs Sprang up in Broadway's sides streets during the last two weeks Twelve lavish, plush-stuffed gold lcafed night clubs, with pre-de- precision cover charges, with maxi- mum minimum charges, epaulet- strung doormen, larcenous hat check girls and with cellars stock ed chiefly with champagne. And they are all damned from opening time to closing time, from dusk to dawn.
 Only the other night, five new after-dark elysiuns vied for the attentions of the same boiled- shirt and bespangled crowd. With such fiery rivalry, one panicky proprietor of an established night club telegraphed to 300 regulars in his clientele, inviting them to come. eat, drink and be merry on the house. And so hang on to their good will.
 Rendezvous
 KIeig lights brought the day. light into East Fifty-fourth street when the bland John Perona, once a bus boy in the old Knicker- booker Grill, re-opened his ElMor- occo Club to his patrician, playboy, playgirl trade.
 The gallavant and the giddy set turned out, here as elsewhere, and were turned inside out when they paid their checks. Financial ti- tans sat solemnly puffed up behind starchy bosom fronts, flanked on right and left by champagne pals; lustre-loosc ladies from Park Avenue, Seventh Avenue, South ampton, Easthampton and points north and south, outdid each 1 other In decolletage and decollete. Faces Competition
 But ex-bus boy Perona did not have the evening to himself. East and west of the great, wide midway, numerous clubs, salons, saloons or what you will, were opening galore, sans peepholes, to a flock of nighttime get-arounds who pay plenty for their convival- ity.
 The old guard in New York night life sees the glad-hand-writ- , ing on the wall and is coming back. Jacques Bustanoby, in whose Domino Room Texas Gui- nan first yelled Hello, sucker" to ! a sucker world, has taken 8 place in the east Fifties. Gil Boag. who introduced Gilda Gray and the shimmy to the boys and girls, now owns the Place L'Opera, 8 swank spot. Barney Gallant, the boni- face from Latvia who calls cele- brities only by their first names. has q new place of his own. The Audi tore, Brothers, Jimmie Walkers best pals, are running two adjoin- ing clubs on East Fourth street.
 The contagion spread. Jack Dempsey extends a well-used mitt to every customer who comes to buy a steak at his Eight Avenue restaurant. A swedish millionaire by name of Christiansen grew so tired of running around to other clubs, that he has opened a place of his own, the Normandie, an ex- | trayagant carayansary, just 50 he could sit around. John D. Rocke- feller, Jr., is often seen at his Rainbow Room, not assisting the maitre d'hotel, but having fun.
 Street of Clubs
 But while the night club frenzy has spread to every midtown thoroughfare, the Champs Elysee, the Montparnasse and Montmartre of New York continues to be West Fifty-Second street, bounded by Fifth and Sixth Avenues. Here is a street of clubs, din. sax and trumpet blare, high spirits and hot stuff. Almost every grim brown stone, once occupied by staid and sometimes, well-pedigreed fami- lies, is now 8 den after dark, of one kind or another. The Van crofts' townhouse is the Dizzy Club; someone's former drawing room is now the Famous Door, brandy soaked, rent with ragtime and torrid hot-cha.