Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1943-04-27

the massive and soporific chronicle
OF the night life of mortals.
The grill has a singing bartender.
This, you may say, is not the least
likely development to be expected
of night clubs and such. Be in
formed then that this grilrs sing
ing bartender is of the female sex.
If you've heard of one of those
before, kindly tear off the top of
your nearest bartender, send it to
"After-Dark" and we will let you
know how much we wish we could
send you a case of champagne.
Now that some one has mentioned
champagne, you may as well know
what is considered the smile of
the week, at least as far as con-
Germs the MayfloWer Lounge.
A lady customer had just been
served champagne cocktail, pink
and bubbling in it's bullying glass.
That" she remarked after a mo-
ment's meditative study, clocks just
like a, shall say, expectant VOL
cano."
It IS revealed that the Willard
Rooms mountainous first birthday
cake took considerable of beat
ing despite the fact that it was
strictly a cardboard CONNECTION. Gel
ebrants, completely carried away by
delightful and realistic appearance
of the structure, kept poking their
fingers into 1t, apparently for sam
pies Of icing Many fingerprints,
much shaking loose of decorative
spangles.
Make Turk of the madcappish
duo now at Paul Young's has been
granted stay of four weeks-by
the Army, not Mr.. Young-before
he heads for Camp Lee. Make has
low blood pressure, an affection
you'd never suspect he could have
if you have ever seen that routine
of his and Jerrys. Or, perhaps
that explains how his pressure came
to fall into the doldrums.
Since Operator j. T. Richards of
the Old New Orleans hired one Miss
Novella Burns to sing and play
piano in the flrst-foor room, it has
been a not uncommon thing for
community sings to spring flourish
ingly into being The other night,
for example, group of eight lusty
voices was gathered about the piano
giving out with something mourn
full like abide With Me-"
Not having previously heard of
the new institution at Old New
Orleans, we walked wholly unsus-
pecting through the front door
latter, of course, it had been opened
by the iveried individually, gaily
wnistling a snatch from Black
birds of 1888" At the spectacle
before us we were amazed. Man,
my, who sits in the window, wasn't
quite acclimated. either. "Ah don c
rightly know what they dom. here"
she replied in answer to our sharp
question.
Arthur Murray, who teaches peo-
pie to dance in hurry, somehow
got mixed up with the Cosmos
Rooms Jose Morand's latest trip
to an Army post Fort Belvoir)
The studio sent along a pair Of
Murray rumba-ists, who entertained
the boys in between and during
dance numbers by the band, and
who afterward gladly spared the
time to instruct soldiers in the USE
full art of the rumba. 1t appears,
moreover, that there was a rumba
contest among the boys on a prize
award basis. While the nature of
the prizes has not been divulged,
it is certainly not outside the bounds
of logic that they consisted of one
Cor two free rumba lessons at the
downtown studio.
X X X
Georgia (Butler) and Jerry
king, songstress and pianist, re-
spectively, are currently the offer
ings in the Anchor Room, where
the order of the day is change,
change, ever change.