The Washington times., 1936-09-24

roues and their honeys and a
tired of clinging to the fancy
exercise, you have no idear, n
Howard Hughes in q Crumpled
white linen jacket, but a fresh
looking creamy-white doll cling
ing to his thinniSh arm, hOverS
uncertainty in the Paradise lob
by until Headwaiter Albert Ber-
ryman steers him to his party.
This is the occasion of the open
ing of the new fall revue and
such of the town as are in town
fOregather. The fOrlOrn king,
Ted Husing The mellOWing
Ted Lewis -. The tear-vOiced
Belle Baker The lOrgnetted
strip tease queen, Gypsy Rose
Lee =. The amiable Morton
DOwney. The staggering Leo
CarriIlO The ex-cOp who sings
like a radio and movie star, Phil
Regan And others - many
others. And a little man with
a blond mustache and a spot
ted pup-PauI Sydell and SpOtty
brought the house down this
night Ex-PubliSher Donald
Friede, now scouting for author
talent for Hollywood, entering
the BrevOOrt Tuesday noon.
BOrrah Minevitch, harmOnica
king Just back from Europe, at
FOrty-Sixth and Sixth Ave-, with
his bride and the Harry DenetS-
kas. HE has coin in his
palm -. Heads - a midnight
mOvie-tails we go to the Hippo
drome for the skating. Mine
witch flips the cOin-it lands in
the gutter-he StOOps to get it
and is almost whacked by a
cab. e.
Wednesday night, Helen Chand-
Ter and Bramwell Fletcher on
Fifth ave., near 56th, stare into q
window displaying among other
things, new electric razors L
think I'd like me one of those, "
insists Fletcher. His bride drags
him away. Late Tuesday night in
the Ubangi Club in Harlem.
Colonel Hubert Julian in a Snappy
brown sports ensemble, set off by
a huge medal with flowing ribbons
pinned to his lapel Lanky
Howard Hawks, Hollywood di-
rector, flops into a chair at the
table of Ben Hecht and Charlie
Macarthur and the three lean
heads together, in some sort Of a
huddle This is at Twenty-One
Thursday night. The three jump
to their feet as tiny Helen Hayes
flutterS in and joins them.
Across the room, Beatrice Lille at
a table dominated by Marc Con-
nelly, beams her appreciation as
Mrs. Ben Hecht purrS enthusiastic
comments. "You we're so wonder
full over there-but so wonderful"
-. "A Stewy heckler annOyS the
volatile Fiji D'Orsay making her
debut with Cross and Dunn at
the Versailles Thursday night
and she flipS, "You are no gentle
man" He rises to his feet un-
steadily, giggles, and retOrts,
IN els hure are you, honey,
neishure are you, thank GOd!"
Cross and Dunn are back
with new arrangements and
score heavily as usual. High
note of the evening are the fam
tastic tricks of the HindOO prest-
idigitatOr Gali-Gali, the lad who
pulls live chicks from your coat
pockets AT the Tavern, Toy
Manufacturer Dave Marx dis
playing pictures Of his baby to
Jimmy Johnston Later to the
National for the premiere of AL
Woods ARREST that Woman"
which inspires one wag to retag
it, "Arrest that Author.
Surely, this is an early candidate
for the lOw-mark "hOnOrS" of the
theatrical season. 1t seems a
shame to waste a fine artist like
Doris Nolan on this type Of
piffIe. e..
Joan Castle and Courtney Burr
drift in to the Stork Club, Satur-
day night and a mutual friend at
my left insists that they have been
and miSsus in the pianis-
simo manner these past several
weeks.
VOTE AMERICAN