Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1938-05-12


its end; and the favored bistros about
the town are closing up like fright
ened swapping turtles, to await the
day when you and you are again
thinking of nut-brown ale and foot
ball and going out at night. Cool
though 1t may have been a night or
two ago. it still is getting to be the
sort Of weather that drives one into
the open country instead of into
the nearest cabaret. So, come Sat-
urday night, 1t will not be so hard
10 locate some crony who has gone
out into the night, you know not
where, for after that you will not
have to look at the Russian Troika,
the Cartons Shar-Zad, or the Ra-
leigh Hotels Pail Mall room. for
atter Saturday night these spots will
De no more until there's frost on
the pumpkin. And already, Of course
the Helgh-Ho Club has hidden be-
hlnd Its shutters. a fact, however,
which Is made much brighter by the
orand-new and veddy, veddy fine
Helgh-Ho taproom, which has opened
up downstairs; which will be open
all summer long, seven nights a
week, with Artie Humes' torrid swing
music battling cooling system and
Whatever brand Of planters punch
you prefer. And ere long Barnee
will don his Cab Galloway white
dress suit, lead his orchestra out onto
the Shoreham terrace; Don McGrane
will bring his band to town Tor we
lose a bet and the Powhattan roof
will be open, and there still will be
places to go, even though it is sum-
mer.
The Party Spirit The
Brazilian Ambassador with a party of
friends in the Shoreham's Blue room
Monday night to see the ice carnival:
Betty Couzens and her sister, Mrs
Margo Chewing. daughters of former
senator Couzens: George Marshall
ana Corinne Griffith Marshall, telling
Gardner Moore they think the ice
show is tops: Jesse Jones, chairman of
the R. F. c., telling Mr.. Moore he
thinks the ice show is better than last
years. and Lillian Gish, Burgess
Meredith and Mr.. and Mrs. Maxwell
Anderson And that was charming
Emiscah Gale Davis in the black
chiffon with the white polka-dots at
the Cartons Shar-Zad t'other eve,
after the National show, with a new
tall n handsome escort both of them
enjoying George Towards doings with
To-day Am Man." sung in honor
OF Campbell Vance's 2lst birthday,
there being celebrated; same night
Regina McKeever, doing a bit of q
rhumba with Tony" Burla, Los An
geles aviation mogul and husband Of
Cinema Actress Una Merkel il. . And
at the Russian Troika there's much
merriment as Mary Meacham, daugh-
ter of Mr.. and Mrs. Eugene Meacham,
celebrates birthday while her mother
and father look on from across the
room; Marian Baron, Ann Coombs,
Charles Riddle and others helping her
celebrate; other Troika ringsiders,
Senator Gillette, Col. Hume, Repre-
sentative Drew :. And at the Ward
man Park Hotel whole flock of Ger
mans, here on some sort of a tour,
stop in the Metronome room with their
fraus, en- masse, to watch with bullying
eyes as the American younger genera
ton swing dances to Paul Kain's torrid
rhythmS. F,
- The Midnight Merry-Go-Round
Maxine Tappan seems to have
turned Limited engagement" into
a career, for she stays on and on
at the Mayflower Lounge. Number
one on her hit parade this week is
Why'd va Make Me Fall in Love-"
-. And downtown ways you'll still
find another lass who tops many a
singer you hear on the networks,
Miss Helen Forrest, who does her
chores in front Of Johnny Shaw's
band at the Madrillon. And you
haven't heard Please Be Kind"
until you've heard Helen do it
Joe Viola, who is the J. FRANKLIN
Viola who brought opera and Gilbert
and Sullivan to the Rialto this sea-
son, stops relaxing long enough at
the Bamboo Gardens to hint of
summer plans which may bring revi-
walls of popular dramas to town
Bands may argue over who has the
best swing arrangement of Loeb
Lomond," but there's one thing no
one can argue about. Dick (Hi-Hat)
Roger certainly sings it louder than
anybody in town What night
club editor was still wandering about
the Willard at IL in the morning
following that o'clock breakfast
for Walter Winchell in the Blue
Grotto? Your first guess is wrong,
because we weren't even there
And maybe Mr.. w. w. should be
told about this. When he stood up
at the Russian Troika and blamed
this business about Washington not
having any lovely lassies on a cad,
a low-life fellow named Ben Bernie,
a sweet Young thing in a far corner