Evening star., 1939-11-22

The furious pace is slowed, amateur
night-clubbers have gone, none but
those who keep in perfect after-dark
training remain. Two o'clock has
come and gone. Childs and the Hot
Shoppe are becoming centers OF
population. And the Russian Troika
still shows signs Of life, those signs
Of relaxed life when the end of the
busy day is at hand. Maybe a pin.
ioned portion Of shashlik flames its
way across the dim room. Maybe
Nick Hopes accordion walls the
threnodic strains Of some old Cau-
casian song of love. Then ths
bandstand grows dark. Completely
dark. From its depths comes haunt.
ing melody-not the distant heart
break call Of a peasant lass, but the
romantic song to the moon, the sons
Of Hawaiian guitars, softly.
But don't any Of you lassies gel
up and start to do a hula or you
will feel awfully silly. Because the
music Of Hawaiian guitars is not
that at all, but just Sasha Lukas
versatile orchestra doing a vocal
imitation Of Hawaiian guitars.
Tonight's hullabaloo is re-
served well, a large portion of it,
for the newest rendezvous in the
vicinity, this the Del Rio Fiesta
room, which this evening makes its
bow in a properly gala manner
Imported for the occasion is a floor
show from New York and There will
be nightly dancing to music by Max
Finders Del Rio Fiesta Orchestra
from 8 until 2. A manifesto from
the new spot announces that the
spirit of the gay, exciting land below
the Rio Grande has provided the
inspiration and that the place is full
of the spirit of old Mexico. (The
rooms out at Peace Cross, Incl
dentallyD
= = = Robert, the imperturbable, has
been moved. Robert, the imperturb-
able, you must know, is Robert OF
the Shoreham Blue Room. The
widest display of emotion of which
he heretofore has been found guilty
was the slight raising one time OF
the left eyebrow, and the cause for
that has now been forgotten. But
he was moved the other night. A
fellow, who has in his time ac-
counted for his share of imports
from Scotland, but who forsook the
stuff, stopped in the blue room to
see the show, ordered a pot of tea.
Robert blinked, took three startled
steps backward. What" he blurted,
no toast!"
- This modern age foored Pian-
ist Bob Acri of the Metronome
Rooms Kings Testers the other
night. all right, all right. 1t really
f1oored him. And right in front of
all those people. A crafty technician
with the broadcasting company had
strewn the bandstand with wires. a
multiplicity of wires. Bob got his
feet tangled and there he was-f1ying
on the bandstand q. That was the
same night Mr.. and Mrs. William w.
Sullivan feted their house guest,
Mrs. E. Baskim Wright (wife of the
head Of the political science depart
ment Of Tuscaloosa University, at
a gigantic supper party a sort of
a pre-Thanksgiving Turkey fest
While Organist Dick Platt swung
into his own special version of
Christmas Night in Harlem" not
knowing anything called Thanks
giving Eve in Jersey" or someplace.
''' Not only the prettiest girl in
the Madrillon that night, but also
the girl with the friends in the right
place. was Eileen Ritter. Eileen, one
of the vacationing Roxyettes, was
awaiting the bus that would take
her to OHIO, asked the waiter if she
might have a couple Of pretzels. He
brought them, also handed her a
paper bag. These" he said. ARE
for eating on the bus" Madrillon
service.
''' But you can't top the service
provided by William, Lounge Ri
viera's headwaiter. Fellow entered
there the other morn with an early
am. edition and William insisted on
finding the table in the room where
the light was best for reading.
80 Approvers of the music of Irish
Bill McCune at the Cartons Shar-
lad: Prince and Princess Alexander
Hohenhole (he's the new attache at
the Polish Embassy, Mrs. John HAY
whitney, just home from seeing
some OF her steeds win fresh laurels
at the horse show in Manhattan: !:
radios Boake Carter, Laurence Bum
gardeanu. secretary of the Ruman-
ian Legation: George Howard, the
Kings testers glamour boy, on a
holiday of an afternoon.
80 Linguistic note: Adelita Varela,
the Madrillon's Carmen Miranda.