Evening star., 1939-02-23

signatures. There Is, for instance,
Ralph Bellamy's, followed by compli-
mentary phrases in Russian, or at
least in what he fondly hoped was
Russian at the time. There is
Andrea Leeds, too, right above Mr..
Bellamy's Russian. And there is
Senator Tom Connolly's, though
three people looking for it the other
night, three times searched carefully
through the book before making it
out. And there is Senator Bridges
which is what this started out to be
about, for 1t was he who wrote his
name, paused and thought before
the space reserved for Remarks" !"
finally decided aloud for any one
who was listening: THE only re-
mark have to make is that I am
a Republican"
-" Tonight is the night Isham
Jones and his famed orchestra come
to town. brought by Eddie Hodges
to play for dancing this one night
at the Wardman Park Hotel. If you
are one of those citizens who has not
encountered the popular Jones crew
on the networks of late and thus do
not know, you should be told, in the
words of Mr.. Hodges. that the Jones
musicmakers specialize in sizzling
swing and sweet tunes played in
smart, ultramodern dance tempos."
Tonight is the night and the Ward
man Park is the place.
- March l, which is likely to
be next Wednesday, is the night that
brings much festivity to the Madril-
Ion. the night the new music there
makes its bow. Very tricky business
this is going to be, too. Right in the
middle of brand-new bandstand
will be a pair of snow-white pianos
and behind the pianos will be Carr
Van Sickler, longtime Madrillon
pianist, and Don Shook of the
Heigh-Ho and lately the Lounge
Riviera, a fellow you know if you've
done much wandering among the
towns pubs. It's the answer to a
yen the boys have had for a long
time now. They played in orches-
tras together at McKinley High
School, did Carr and Don, and later
at Maryland University and then
vowed that some day they would
have a band Of their own. So this is
1t, at the Madrillon next Wednesday.
Judy Ellington, the lass who
used to chant torchy tunes at the
Lotus and who went from there to
singing with name bands, including
a tour of duty under another name
with Rudy Vallee, has her name
back now. And what is more, her
name is plastered on a big sign
right in the heart of the Nations
swing alley" New York's Fifty
second street. Looking chipper and
pretty as all get out and singing
with that old Ellington yumph, Judy
is featured now with Charlie Bar
nets swingsters at the famed Famous
Door, which seems to have turned
up on this departments rounds this
week. 1t is no end pleasant to listen
to her chant your favorite ditty,
And she says hello to you and you
and you.
Also passing along a hello to
Washington friends is Dick Kuhn,
whose orchestra you also will find
right in the middle of things in New
York, playing at the Astor Hotel, in
that second-floor room which is so
hard to get to if you stop down.
stairs first. Dick reports, if you're
interested in Broadway's music
tastes, that the request for 1T
Never Was Anywhere You" from
"Knickerbocker Holiday" was the
first one he'd had.
''' They tell it at that mad Pirates
Den and insist it is true. They tell
you that 20 policemen and five plain
clothes operatives turned up at the
Pirates Den the other night to
answer riot call. Seems some one
heard that Walter johnson, of base
ball fame, was tossing bottles at
pirates. So the lad let out a yell.
via telephone, for the gendarmerie
without waiting to find out the rest
of the story-that Walter was toss
ing bottles, all right, but at the iron
pirates in the bottle tossing gallery.
That's the story they tell you, with
straight faces, at the Pirates Den.
= = Maybe we had better set up
a little gallery of our own. A cast
iron typewriter will be the target
and press agents can toss yarns
like that at it, three for quarter.
Anchor ROOm-Lounge at the An
Hotel; no dancing but enter
tainment by Matt Windsor and his
accordion.
Bamboo Gardens-Floor shows at
1, 7:30 and II, featuring AL Norton;
to the Norton music; mini
mum charge.
Brown Derby-A mad spot, out on
Connecticut avenue, where anything
is likely to happen. No dancing, for
there's no room for it, but there's
entertainment by Pianist George