Evening star., 1948-09-30

stop to figure it out, we were told
Miss Garcia would be wearing a
"sunglow and champagne" colored
dress at her opening.
This double play with words SO
confused us, we nearly didn't wait
to hear the story of how Miss Gar
cia fell fat on her face during an
early summer appearance.
We're glad we did, however. In
the first place, being rather prone
to making unscheduled public spec
tacles whenever there is a rug to
slip on, a step to trip over or a
plate to spill, it was no less than
gratifying, if somewhat sadistic, to
gleefully hear that such things hap
pened-even with much less fire.
quency-to some one else.
It seems that after leaving her
first professional engagement at the
Pail Mall room last April, Miss Gar
cia contracted to appear in a show
aboard a luxury liner headed for
Havana.
The first night out, the sea was
little less than smooth, and Miss
G. little more than worried about
keeping her feet during her appear
ance in the initial show.
Solution of a sort seemed at
hand, however, when she grasped a
pillar for support-gracefully she
hoped-and started to sing. The
ship pitched, and swayed, but Miss
Garcia and new-found, if mute
partner never budged.
Disaster, however, struck wher
the singer, to emphasize a high
note, flung out both hands.
The outflung hands not only
dramatized the song, but also served
to somewhat break the fall wher
Miss Garcia struck the floor in 9
tumbling act that never was on the
bill.
Other points were cleared ur
y zen Miss Garcia explained q
honey colored voice" was as gooc
a tag line for a contralto register
as any, and far more unusual.
We agreed the honey business ex.
planned her voice as well as "velvet
toned" described Mel Torme's, ano
the whole incident ended very hap
pily after she pointed out a COM
plete description as to the color OF
her dress, by which she seems tt
set great store, would only confuse
the men.
1t seems the color of the glow Of
the sun mentioned is not just the
sun a. any old time of the day
but at dawn.
After pointing out that "hang.
over" would be more apt for cham.
pagne at dawn and two word.
shorter, we left, rather doubtful
that Miss Garcia would accept the
condensation.
Better get down and see it fol
yourself.
Doles Dickens and his quintet arr
now at the Cross Roads, playing
that Music That Sounds Like tn,
Dickens and managing to keer
things going when Ralph Hawkins
and his orchestra take the hourly
rest demanded by Petrillo.
The Dickens outfit is somethin,
like New York's AL Trace and hi.
Silly Symphony, although fortunate
ly Doles and his boys have yet tt
unveil something like, You Cal
Everybody Darling" which, by som.
quirk of human nature, the Trac.
band is actually boasting about hav.
ing introduced.
Doles' tagline is carrying a play
on words almost to the extreme, al
though there are still two possibil.
tiles he hasn't explored and since
we're fundamentally tolerant, We
hope he never has to. But there's
| always, "Doles in the Doldrums,
and "Doles on the Dole"
y 4 "
Sometime in the near future, the
Shearton Lounge will be moved up
stains to where the Georgian Room
is now. Progress, however. will not
interfere with the most distinctive
thing about the Lounge. The
waitress will still be a pretty, and
their costumes will remain as filmy
Progress, you're all right.
X X
After Dark Tidbits: To the list
of former bandleaders who are re-
appearing with new outfits, add the
name of Eddy Duchin. The man
whose piano and orchestra reached
the heights of banddom back in the
'30s previewed the latest edition
of Duchin music in Syracuse, N. Y,
last week, and set all sorts of new
attendance records. D'Angelo
and Vanya, the dancers who were
as refreshing as a touch of spring
at the Mayfiower Lounge last year,
are getting great reviews for their
work at the Palmer House in Chi
cago. Ivory Joe Hunter opens
at the Club Bali tomorrow night.
w, E. C.