Imperial Valley press., 1936-12-04
New York Day by Day
By O. O. Mcintyre

NEW YORK, Dec. 4. = Thoughts
while strolling: Mark Hellinger
grows portly now that he's thea
trical producer. Expressive hands:
Ben Ali Hagin's, Helen Menkens,
Frank Fay's. Lonely Heart Club
Recruits: Ladies who feed the st.
Patrick pigeons. And now the
world laughs at Jack Barrymore's
love-making.
Study in calm: Margaret Penn
berton. Eight years ago Helen
Morgan was the biggest night club
cotton wadding Helen Hayes uses
in her cheeks to achieve Victoria S
puffinesS was called ''plumps" in
| the grandma days. Mary Rogers S
shoulder length bob.
Nobody has ever topped Mark
Twain's alibi for the editorial I'VE"
Me and my tape worm" Add
middle hair parters: Ed Sullivan,
the columniSt. Boston Back Bay
looking ladies who never miss a
morning lecture at Town Hall. Who
remembers when there were only
one or two Longchamps reStaur-
ant?
Top name for Harlem: Manhat-
tan'S Dixie. That fellow driving
the water cart is Bill Corum. Lovely
lady: Doris Kenyon. Nobody will
be missed more along Broadway
than the genial Leo Marsh. And
Broadway has still another genial
Leo in DR.. Michel. Valentine Will
liams back from long London
| exile.
The empty buildings dressed up
to look well filled. A slick dresser
Pierre Carter. For oblivion: Those
radio alarms to make people think
slight scratch may prove fatal.
| Unless they have a bottle of this
nostrum Or that The old patent
medicine fakery in new dress!
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Sherman Billingsley, who has
garnered a reputed million during
and after the speak-eaSy days cat
ering to celebrity cut-ups at his
Stork Club, is the most generous
of the set 'em uppers. 1t is said to
be the secret of his success. That
and an enormous bowl of iced cell
cry and olives arriving free with the
soup. Not many first visitors get
away without being asked to have
'one on the house" After folk
have wined and dined handsomely
this sends them off with a glow.
The famous Nine. Laloy. of an
other era, built up her 85-cent table
dhote with the same gracious gest-
uring. Nine. Laloy sat in her CASH
ier's cage, Paris fashion, wearing
her knitted Breton hug-me- tight
and watching for new comers. At
the proper moment her dapper
high-heeled son, CASTOR, with a
carpet-kissing bow would arrive at
the table with those enormously
Hanged goblets for a bouquet of
brandy with Madames compliments.
Invariably those flattered came
back. They felt especially favored
and that's how we like to feel
dining out.
incidentally / was a pleasant VIC
tim of Nine Laloys artifice during
formative days 1t remains in re-
trospect-as it does to many-a res
taurant with true Bohemian flavor.
Montmartre is filled with such
torchy places-stuffy noisy, red
table clothed with a mechanical
piano that seemed only to play
Valencia" The quart black bot
tie of vim rouge ordinaire was free
and after a few snorts patrons
roamed from table to table in de-
lightful haze often remaining to
sprinkle the story of their lives
with a few tears. 1t sounds a bit
maudlin. but fine friendships formed
there 1t was one of the few, of
the dozens, that claimed it, to have
Caruso as guest now and then
often to sing and draw some excel
lent caricatureS.
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Laloy's, too, had the usual prop
cocotte who sat first table to the
right of the entrance. She was of
stately hour glass brunette
with kohled eyes and enchanting
feather Of white. She was alway;