The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-10-02


tinuous for "a hours.
ANGELS" could pay anything
from a penny up to Is cents, de-
pending upon the quantity Of edi-
bles they consumed, and there
was no cover charge or minimum.
But Father Divine conceded that
his angels" were merely mortal
Harlemanians. To cap the feast,
he listed for the last course final
delicacy "Toothpicks."
GOTHAM GLAMOR
TOURS
Trust the indomitable spirit
of the playboys to detour around
the law and make good. Some
while back, the Commissioner of
Licenses refused to grant one to
Ted Peckham's Guide Escort Ser
vice.
This unique utility provided
handsome, eloquent, male COM
panions for lonely ladies who did
not want to attend restaurants,
theaters and night clubs alone. Its
demise cut quite a niche in the
Packham wallet, for there seemed
to be demand for escorts around
here. Now a few other fellows
have devised way out of the law
dilemma.
They have the Noble mans"
Service which escorts hay-making
individuals or groups on a tour of
New York's night life for a fiat
fee. Its tempting brochure beck
ons you to the glamor world of
Manhattan's night life, the best
dance orchestras, the de luxe res
taurants and pre-arranges to pay
the checks, tips, hat check girls,
cab drivers, etc.
Its patrons need only pay the
lump sum in advance, then sit
back and join the jollity. OF
course, the 'Noble-man's" Service
would not expect a cup-up of a
customer to order a magnum of
Veuve Cliquot, '28 or demand a
ringside table. After all, a fellow
would have to expect a little regi-
mentation.
BEAUTIFUL
POLAND!
Gimmest Sight! the window
display in the travel agency just
off Fifth Avenue, glowing1y point
ing out the scenic beauty of Po-
land!
SHOW MUST
GO ON
Into every life a little rain must
fall and this was rather dramatic
cally brought home the other night
or Theater Row where I happen
ed to be exchanging banter with
an actor. 1t Is the street where
Abbott and Costello, the two most
ebullient comedians in town, are
cavorting through the musical
Streets of Paris"
Suddenly there was a crash up
the street and when I ran up,
found a brand new 1910 car ram
med beyond repair by a NAM
moth bus. A minute later, the
crubby, little funny man, Lou
Costello ran out the stage door
to inspect the wreckage of his
new car.
He had had but one ride in it;
and it was his first cherished &C
QUESTION since he achieved Broad
way success. He could only glance
hastily, for he was needed on the
stage where he was supposed to
continue to be very unconcerned
and funny.
MAKE-BELIEVE CAN'T
MATCH REAL THING
Theater row, by the way, has
learned that its make-believe can
not cope with the night-marish
headlines. A couple Of weeks ago, a
dauntless impresario named Leon
ard Sillman, revived that unfor-
gettable melodrama of the last
war, Journeys End" I can re-
call the hosannahs that were sung
over this stirring war play when
it was first produced.
Ten years ago it struck terror
into playgoers who had only VI
carious knowledge of the front
lines, the foul dug-outs and blood
stained trenches. But now that
Journey End" Is back on Broad
way, a blase reception greeted 1t.
Today's front pages, playgoers
agreed, are more horrifying than
any cannonading war-drana could
be and the circumstances in the
play seem strangely out-of-date.
Further war-dramas will have
to tell about the horrors in the
rear. The front lines seem like
cozy. comfortable places in present.