Evening star., 1942-07-02
After Dark
News and Comment of the Night Clubs.
BY the Spectator.
q. once

After laborlng under the influence
of such caverns of glamour as Holly
wood and the night-lit recesses of
Broadway, publicity photographers
in the past decade have gained for
themselves a ranking among the
greatest idealistS Of all times They
are ladies and gentlemen who can
take the weariest looking of sub
jects. seat them, tilt them. cover
them with a hundred well-trained
lights and shadows and, swapping
the shutter of the camera, make
them look like something fresh out
of a wad of cellophane. To the
people of this profession, the most
extensive purple circle under the
eyes is naught but challenge to
their moral and artistic fiber;
wrinkles, but an incongruous mis-
cue of dame nature to be corrected
without second thought.
This is all very well for the lay
man who comes no closer to his
movie favorite or night club enter
tainer than page Is of his Daily
Bugle- -Tageblatt. Lovely creatures
with teeth a-gleam, eyes a-glltter
and hair in place as they tantalize
from the printed sheet provide some
of the reading public's most profound
thrills On the other hand, If this
self-same reading public has occasion
to view these neWsprint angels close
up and in the flesh the odds are
roughly to l that dark wings of
disillusionment will enfold and
smother every vestige of anticipa-
ton which unquestionably lay
smoldering in thousands of bosoms.
The spirit of Freud, to say nothing
of the affected thousands, must
sternly disapprove.
Sometimes, in fact, one almost
wishes the Photographic geniuses
would deliberately misplace their
zeal, and prepare a portrait study
that is downright frowzy, a medley,
as it were, of physiognomatic
patches and gullies.
Be that as it may, let us consider
at this time fine example of the
minority in that to l ratio cited
above. She is young lady (twenty-
ish) who happens to be singing in
the Victory Room with Georgia
Auld's Orchestra. Her name is
Savina.
Savina is one of those MASTER
pieces of photogenics one seldom
sees either here, in Hollywood or any
other place you care to name off,
hand-the kind to whom your
Brunos, Hurrells and Seymours
would be hard pressed to do justice.
In quick and hackneyed sum, Savina
is a lass the movies might easily
employ to decorate several hundreds
of celluloid footage.
AS things stand at present, how
ever, this demure and vocally pro-
ficient songstress is quite content
with the simple way of life: Doing
a nightly stint on the bandstand.
swimming and diving for recreation
sometimes painfully recreationaD,
getting married Gas she will Satur-
day to wide-eyed guy in the band)
and-yes-raising family (some-
thing which she says must wait un-
til after the war;.
Savina is of strictly Italian de-
scent. Genuinely blond. such hair
being not at all unusual in northern
sections of Italy. The name, fur
thermore, is as genuine as the hair,
as the young lady pleadingly asks
you to believe. And believe, you
will
What's more, when Mussolini and
friends are finally dropped into the
Adriatic Sea, we think you of the
disillusioned crew will be taking
your own cameras to investigate the
fora and fauna Of the italian Tyrol
pected the possibilities OF that
section.
X X X X
Some cause for alarm may be
found in an observation by Bob
Seidell an affiliate of Paul Kain's
Spanish Ballroom Krew: More and
more of the older group OF dancers
are taking to jitterbug antics.
And we thought that loud creaking
out Glen Echo way was the airplane
whirl attraction in action. But now
that we KNOW, we dulIlUIllSll OlO-
sters, ware the infectious jitterbug!
X X \ X
A busy lass is Miss Mary La Mari
since she has become stationed in
Hotel 2400's Lounge Riviera. Every
night she may be seen fastening
from table to microphone for
song-set during band intermissions,
Fastening to another mike during
band sets, Fastening from the same
instrument to waggle the maracas
for a Latin number, dashing on
bit of hp-rouge while she may.
Composure, nevertheless, is a prop
erty of which she can still boast
despite the excessive footwork.
X X X
Johnny Velasquez Of the Copaca-
bana has at last succumbed to the
policy of the Good Neighbor, it
would seem. In the future he would
have you call him and his enthusi-
astic rumba lists Juan Valasquez
and his Capacabanas."
! Right you are, Juanle!