Evening star., 1943-08-31
After Dark
News and Comment of the Night Clubs
BY the Spectator
REGISTERED D s. Patent once

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beef and the plastic trombone? This
question you are fully entitled to
| ask, if you will only stifle that yawn
little less elaborately. 1t seems
preposterous. yes; yet 1t is fact.
Moreover, the establishment itself
should come as only slightly less of
a surprise. Olmsted's. quiet sane
tuary for diners, is the place. and
it will be bowling in la vie gale in
all its splendor one week from
Thursday night.
1t is the "Oh, Pioneers!" spirit
in full cry, this enterprise of Ohm
sted's. Goaded by desire to enter
the night club field, yet stayed by
the enigma of methods and proce-
dure, the management has been
pondering the matter heavily these
past few months. No place to situ-
ate night club, it mutered singly
and in unison, biting on the ends
of several dozen pencils. Food scar
city, help scarcity, supplies scarcity,
it growled hurting pencil stubs
against the office ledger. Then one
day ridiculously few weeks ago an
idea intruded upon the scene Ohm
sted's itself is the place, the man
agement exclaimed, and retrieving
their gnawed stubs commenced
figuring rapidly.
The results Of this consorting
with the after-dark Muse are
unique, around Washington, at any
rate.
Olmsted's, the restaurant, will not
by any means go. 1t will function
and presumably flourish during the
same hours it has in the past. It
is at 10 pm. that things begin to
happen to and in the stately room.
A huge and vari-colored curtain will
be drawn around the edges of the
front two-thirds of the rooms. A
corps of laborers picked up from
some Government Office will pile In
to make a bit OF extra change by
moving platform and piano up
from some hidden recess to loca-
ton hallway back along the east
wall. Flowers in their pots will be
scooped away from atop the cock
tail lounge barrier; tablecloths
snatched from tables barring alto
gether supper -clubian surfaces of
leather. If you were there to watch
it, 1t would probably look like the
sack of Rome. But you won't be, so
the only thing you will see, aside
from the wall decor will be the en-
trance, shortly after 10, of two at
tractive young ladies, who will ar
ray themselves about the piano and
commence to entertain.
OF these the management is vast 4
ly proud, swearing by the beer of
the prophet that local denizens
seldom will have ben entertained
by such artistes. Their names are
Nancy Noland and Aileen Cook, both
being Of the chanteuse intime cate
CORY. Altogether appropriate, since
intimacy Is to be the keynote of Ohm
sted Supper Club surroundings. Miss
Cook plays the piano for all singing
that is to be done in the house; Miss
Noland's songs and patter will be
executed on prowling or table-to-
table basis. Walkie- -talkie,. as the
trade might choose to call it.
If you should have an inclination
to open lecture hall or delicates-
sen, let Olmsted's be your inspira-
ton. Set it up right in the front |
part of your Office.
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Add openings:
After circulating about town,
mostly at the Madrillon, for a mat
ter of years, Mario Hurtado arrived
last night at Treasure Island where |
he will remain committed to con-
tract for eight weeks or so. Mr..
Hurtado, who comes from a we'll
stocked musical family, is still 'front.'
ing trio with his narimba, which
he plays in what certainly sounds
to be authentic style.
Louis of the Copacabana has in
stalled couple of new people in the
band: Gabriel Castrillon, who sings,
and Louis Roman, bass player. That |
still leaves Chuy Martinez, who
plays trumpet and serves as the
leader. and Rubio Turillo, pianist, |
with that very torrid singer, Felicia
1--WE never have gotten her last
name), on the verge of leaving her
New York home for re-engagement |
at Louis place.
Georgia Butler and Jerry King, |
the Anchor Rooms song and piano |
duo, have thoughtfully been held
over for an additional three months.
Misha Bess' Balalaika will start its
fall season on Thursday, with its ar
ray of time-worn chauvre souris |
presentations, new acts to be added
here and there.
Astrologers, The Zaras by name,
invade the Lotus this week as part |
of the floor show, which may par
TALLY explain the life purpose of as
trologers who are not already parts