Evening star., 1938-06-02

PRECIOUS, 1reSn from PeCe MaclaS
Heigh-Ho Tap Room, where Precious
had just dined on filet mignon, no less,
if you feel like starting the revolution
now ...
Sitting in the Carlton Lounge
with the BOSNIAN. Mr.. Swadley
there's practically parade of notableS
across the lobby and up to greet Alfred
suave French maitre'd', at the dining
room door. There's dignihed Secretary
| Hull, with just as solemn-of- -mein
Norman Davis, once Ambassador at
Large and now head of the Red Gross:
London Times Correspondent Sir WILL
mott Lewis, with his countryman, Sir
| John Ewsrt young-looking, attractive
Mrs. Henry Wallace, chatting with her
hostess, Mrs. Fred Gilchrist, with Mrs.
Harlan Hitler, wife of the columnist,
also in the company, and Mrs. Ernest
Lundeen.
So out to the Wardman Park,
there to run into a whole scad of
sorority lasses, in town on what they
fondly call a convention-pretty No
rine Mulgannon in the center of the
group-greetmg the current fair
haired lads at the door, escorting
them gently toward the Capitol
Lounge. Where next door is the
Metronome room, and there is Fred,
the captain, to greet us like an old
friend of the family. rescue us from
the crush; which gets us right back
where we started, staring in admira-
ton, with mouth agape, at the Kahn
necktie.
*** That was not Cecil B. De Mile
mob scene up around the Ambassador
last night just friends on hand to
congratulate Oscar, who was having
birthday" ending his second year.
beginning his third as manager of
the Hi-Hat Lounge.
If Franz Liszt could only hear it,
If he could only hear Artie Humes
and his Penguins up at the Heigh- -Ho
take off and ride the daylights out
of his Second Hungarian Rhapsody!
Johnny Shaw proved again not
so long back he is a lad who can be
depended upon in an emergency. Fell
low sat at the Madrillon ringside.
looking out over the room. Suddenly
he spied likely lass, a young lady he
thought he would like to know better.
Next intermission he pointed her out
to Johnny. But 1 never saw her
before" that worthy walled Makes
no difference" insisted the ringsider.
You're the band leader, tell her you
want to give her your autograph"
So the music started and then when
it finished again Sr. Shaw returned
to the table, tossed a piece of paper
down. Now get out of here" he said.
There's the phone number and her
names Evelyn. Get out on account
of the guy with her is bigger than
you"
Just ahead Of the Roadside and
its melodramas comes the Shoreham
Hotel, to bring back the era of boos
and misses and laughter and shouts to
replace, so says the correspondent.
that bored sophistication." It's all
on account of La Fayette and La Verne.
featured in the nightly floor shows, in
the Blue room or on the terrace, which,
ever the weather man okays; featured
in a rough-and-ready Apache dance.
wherein La Fayette throws, kicks,
beats and otherwise torments his
partner.
Shooting From the Cuff
Sonny Kendis, so says the Stork Club,
returns home, which is New York's
Stork Club, this Saturday night
1t Is not enough that potato chips
should be flung at you every time YOU
SIT down in cocktail lounge, but now
the Hi-Hat comes along with a new
contribution to make you feel sure
that life is naught by strange. fan
tastic dream; for at the Hi-Hat the
potato chips are pastel shades of pink
ana yellow and orange and there is
nothing in the world quite so un-
natural as a~pink potato chip :.
FelloW went into Pete Macias' Heiph-
Ho Tap Room the other afternoon at
4 o'clock, when it of course was broad
daylight, and then refused to leave
when am. rolled around as it has
habit of doing, because, by heck, 1t
was still daylight. He knew it was
on account of look at the windows.
Mr.. Macias in his redecorating hav-
ing painted the windows white and
brilliantly lighted them Abe Ly-
man, Mr.. and Mrs. Phil Lampkin and
Charles Carlisle were on hand at the
Bamboo Gardens to cheer on the show
Sunday night; the same Sunday night
the poor. tired. girl from Weehawken
went to sleep right at the table, right
IN the middle Of "the opera" !.
The boys who know say Tom O'Don-
nell has really got himself a chef out
at Griffith Farms Weeks best
listening ;. Helen Forrest at the
Madrillon singing Summer Night
-, Pianist Abe Clark at the Bamboo
Gardens playing Chopin's Fantasy
Impromptu."