The Washington times., 1938-03-05

Frank Gagen to play "Auld
Well, why not? Look what
At the Wardman's Metro
nome room the other eve, where
Batoneer Kain presides, the
grandest excuse for a party was
given. George (Munsey Trust)
Griesbauer threw the fiesta. in
honor Of all parties. Jean Parker
(not the flicker femme, but Just
as throbby) and Betty Burns
shared giggles with Don Casper
and Russ Clum. The P. A. with
s. A. Pricilla Necker was an
added attraction {. and I mean
attractive.
ARE YOU YOKEL?
If you don't like the i'm.
promptu entertainment at the
Mayfair cafe Of All Nations. :"
you're branded as a yokel.
Nedra Andrae torches while
Beverly Stull swings the squeeze
box in hot tempoS. Perry Martin
tickles the ivorieS and does a fine
Tibbett repertoire.
EaveS-dropping at the Lotus.
we heard Earl Lindsey, padrone
Of the Tin-Type Revue moan to
Ork-Leader Bill Strickland about
Uncle Sans tax-idermiStS.
(They're taking the hide off
Earl.) Lindsey said he had no
spare today. Bill wanted to know
how come, since the Snowman
pulls down a tidy check. "Is it
the win e.w m a ma n DIS o n z
angler" queried the Swing-Mas-
ter. "Well, Bill" drawled the
girlglorifier. "Ah don't smoke!"
NEW SINGER ON
Humberto (Raleigh) Paloma,
a gay cabellero from or Mehico,
strumS the diversified uke and
croonS tamale ballads next
Wednesday at the Pail Mall
room. Team him up with Mario
di Polo and you have the reason
why women won't stay home.
On Friday, at 1870, this room
sponsors an exclusive millinery
show in which local debeauties
will model.
Out at the great divide (past
the District line) lies the Casa
Grande. dude Ranch to you.O
Here the men are women and
the customers are glad of it.
Emcee Lloyd Wood stages some
Of the cleverest female imper-
Sonation acts since the days of
the Creole Fashion Plate. The
Sunday night revels in which
the customers are movied is a
new note in nite-spot entertain
ment.
PACKIN' EN- IN
The Bamboo Gardens is pack
ing them in with the Winter
Garden Revue which folds this
week. Prior bookings prevent
this extravaganza from holding
over any longer. If you like
catchy tunes, gorgeous gals, fast
stepping and clever gags, pull
your bay. window out Of the
morris chair and hike down to
catch this before it leaves town.
The mikes at local drinkeries
are full of ginger. There's Ginger
Deaver, red-headed and trop-
ical-voiced at the Hi-Hat, where
she supplements the music Of
the Hollywood Trocaders. And
there is Ginger Lee at the Ham
ilton, whose blue notes melt all
the ice in your glass. This lass
is destined to go places (and
I'm not doing anything next
Wednesday either).
TROIKA FOOD o. K.
The Troika is one of the few
places where a really Conti-
mental club atmosphere exists. A
miniature Chauve Souris thrills
the check-payers. Ballads of the
Steppes make one long for their
old Siberian home with the
droshkieS and the wild borscht
growing round the door. And,
my frands, you've never tasted
food until you gulp blini and red
caviar washed down with vodka.
Whoopee!
When you're in the relaxing
mood. try the Log Cabin Inn and
gorge in front of an open fire
place. The meals remind me Of
the food that mother used to
make it's so much better.
Poor MON, she never got over