The Waterbury Democrat., 1938-03-18
In New York
By GEORGE ROSS

New York, March IS A parch- ment, signed, sealed and delivered (and suitable for framing) with Grover Whalen'S signature, now identifies me as a member of the Advisory Committee on Entertain ment of New York's World Fair.
 hope the title is not merely honorary and that they will listen to those of US who sagely recom- mend Sally Rand and her stepping sisters for the Midway; and that will they honor our certificates when we suggest the Midway itself. But thanks for the diploma, anyway. That scroll reminds me of the night of the pre-view of the big Worlds Fair at Dallas whither I was led by few of the ink-stained wretches from the enemy camp in Fort Worth. A dazzling spectacle of buildings and illuminated pools was before us as we passed the entrance gate, and for the next mile the architectural vista was breathtaking. But the promenade along this part ] of the Exposition was also sparsely populated.
 In fact. humanity was conspic- uously lacking until we reached that phase of the Fair Grounds labelled Streets of Paris" holdover at traction from the big goings-on in Chicago a couple were chiefly ana tomical and for two bits the visitors in search of progress could watch the Little Lady wiggle, disrobe or pose a la Venus.
 And it was here that we met the incomparable Peggy of Paris who. in turn, ran the sides show called "Montmartre Nights" parked the wares on the outside, collected the cash. heckled the crowd and went within to exhibit "Montmartre Nights" herself. She was the most articulate performer along this near Gallic midway and the most charm ing and if Katharine Cornell were playing across the street, Peggy would have won the customers first. So as a member of the Advisory Committee of the New York Worlds Fair, I would suggest the immediate engagement of Peggy of Paris. That is, if my credentials are not fake.
 One-Legged Bojangles
 For a model of fortitude, this column can point to no better stoic at the moment than the negro known as "Peg-Leg" Bates who puts on dynamic dance at the Cotton Club. His steps are as agile and fast as an unscatched hoofer's; and though he lacks one pedal support and maneuvers on wooden leg, Bates has been hailed as a handi- capped Bill Robinson. The story goes that Peg Leg" lost his leg when it caught in baling machine in Georgia's cotton fields. Up to then, he had never danced any more than did most of the cotton hands. But he had to earn livelihood and over a span of time and at great pain, disciplined himself to dance. He is one of the top-notchers now. Brauhaus Blues
 It was not simply a coincidence that on the day Herr Hitler rode triumphantly into Vienna, had chosen to dine at the Hall of the Austrians, a subterranean brauhaus on Yorkville's fringes. How did ex- patriated Austrians accept der Feuh- rer's coup? None too well. Usually an exuberant place, the Hall of the Austrians was quiet and breeding on this night. The tzigane ensmeble which generally plays necessarily on Blue Danube themes, was reluctant to perform for us this momentous day and there were many table huddles among the guests around the place. Not that any conclusions of major significance could be drawn from the foreboding atmos- phere. but it was interesting in the light of the front page flashes outside.