Word: cabareting
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...daughter had been shocked, Actor Tracy was rearrested, was again released. While authorities were investigating, he secretly climbed into an airplane, fled to El Paso. When he arrived he told what he remembered about the incident: "I was just helping them celebrate. I'd been on a cabaret party and had some drinks and, like any drunk, began yelling. Someone yelled back and I shouted 'Why don't you go to Hell...
Adams House will become temporarily a cabaret on the night of Friday, December fifteenth, for the Adams House Christmas Dinner-Dance. Jacques Mar-Iowa and his Newport Casino Orchestra will provide the music for the dance and will also play during the dinner when they will wander in small groups among the tables. Both the orchestra and the attendants will be dressed to costumes for the gala occasion. Dancing will be from 8.30 to 2 o'clock...
...ordinary residents of Harlem reached by door to door canvass. In appearance, the tabloid Citizen looks like a compromise between the dignified Evening Post and the blatant Daily Mirror. Last week's front pages contained, not pictures, but stories of a specially lively shooting in a Harlem cabaret, a Brooklyn fire in which eight Negroes perished. First issues of the Daily Citizen had a circulation of around 7.500. Principal difficulty of starting a Negro daily in Harlem has always been the popularity of Manhattan's two morning tabloids, News and Mirror. Both papers used to print, inconspicuously inked...
...shots: The street crowd dancing in the drizzle under umbrellas; children running down the hill stairway to get a paper lantern; Raymond Cordy, his taxi bumped from behind, stopping, starting to argue before he gets his head out the window; drunken Paul Olivier terrifying the other patrons of a cabaret by fondling a revolver with a view to suicide, readily giving up to the headwaiter, then pulling a second from another pocket; The final shot from above the deserted street in which wait the abandoned cab and flower cart...
Hitherto it has been the habit of producers to lead female spies to their natural, and well-merited end. And this reviewer must confess an inability to discern any ameliorating quality in Miss Bennett's performance. As a Russian spy, she is transparent; as a cabaret performer she sings horridly and dances awkwardly: as a lover she is meticulously unlovely, and earnestly mechanical. In short Miss Bennett has added another dud to her amazing collection. She is ably abetted in this process by a mundane story, by a stolid cast, and by a director with more memory than imagination...