Evening star., 1943-09-02
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he and the public have found te
date.
He looked happy about it, too
the other night this department
happened into Treasure Island In
its eternal quest for nocturnal
gayety. We couldn't at first quite
determine who it was sitting on that
low box or something somewhere
behind the marimba and the piano
1t seemed to be just another musi-
clan slayishly hunched over gui-
tar, earning his board and keep
But then sounded one of those or
chestral transitions which inevitably
mean somebody is going to sing. A
great beaming smile emerged from
the rear OF the platform, a smile
closely followed If not surrounded
by garish blanket of Navajo origin
This could only mean one thing
Chago We were not alone in our
applause.
Life, in fact, is full again now that
the blanket, the sunlit smile and
Chago have returned. With the
three suspended in the midst of the
after-dark its jelly-ike consistency
disappears, and there is firmness
instead. Going the rounds will al
ways seem just little less unreal
Harold Nagel, maestro of the new
band of the new Carlton Night Club
has listened to the views of many
patrons regarding the places unique
and discreetly bizarre decor. After
recovering from the initial shock
patrons, it appears, are unanimous
in their approval of the mural work
the elephant superstructure, the
bamboo hut in front of which the
band plays. Many even have come
to dote on the huge brown mask
with the kissable lips which bangles
from bamboo cave. But the folks
are still not above enjoying an oc-
casional snicker at the decor's ex-
pense. The other evening while Mr.
Nagel was fronting the band, fid-
ding and otherwise minding his
own placid business he got the un-
comfortable sensation that the spec
tators were laughing out loud. 1t
was perfectly routine number
the band was playing and the drum
mer-vocalist was singing: You'd Be
So Nice to Come Home to-" But still
the spectators laughed. Mr.. Nagel
glanced uneasily around, and there
it was. The singer wasn't address
ing his song to the people at all;
but to the leering hyper-repulsive
figure, in ebony colored plaster, OF
an African belle straddling the right
side of the hut.
End commentary on the new Carl
ton.
w. Gustave van Lowenfelt, an eX-
baron of Austria who currently su-
pervises the Victory Room, came tc
Washington lone lorn creetur;
but, as the saying goes, it amt that
way any more. In New York w. G
van L.. gained his reputation in such
places as the Cafe Pierre, a smart
sort of place. and the Casbah, which
is usually frequented by Charles
Boyer, the Algerian. 1t was his
experience at these and other New
York cocktail havens that brought
the man out of his state of despair
ing loneliness here. For he went to
the Statler's Embassy Room shortly
after his arrival, and there he met
Ted Straeter, the bandleader. Mr..
Straeter had played for w. G. van L.
several times in Manhattan, so it
was of course old times for the boys
in their Embassy Room encounter.
A few nights later, upon learning
that Harold Nagel was playing at
the Carlton, he made for that spot;
and there was the old acquaintance
theme all over again. Back at the
Embassy Room the following day,
and there was Bob Knight. who
leads the other band there. Halo,
Bob!" greeted w. G. van L. Halo,
Gus" returned Mr.. Knight. Re
member that night the band opened
for the Pierre, and all that cham
paign you bought the boys" Com
mon ground, you see
Moreover, you may be wretchedly
assured that the social life of w
Gustave van Lowenfelt will be fully
reported as 1t unfolds in the future
step by step, from Carlton, to Statle1
to Roosevelt,
On the same principal as play
of the Year" Book of the Month
or fossil OF the Eon," this depart
ment hereby inaugurates new and
special service for subscribers and
the man in the street Cthat tattered
fellow who sells apples). This will
be the Arrangement of the Night,
musically speaking
What is more. we are prepared
to announce the first award winner
having just returned from the Del
Rio where Eddy Rogers and his band