Word: cabareting
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...wedding gown, never been worn." More amusing was the scene wherein a chorus director was driven to distraction by a particularly inept performer who subsequently advertised herself as a "well trained, highly musical danseuse, accidentally still disengaged." Trudi Schoop appeared first as a blowzy-looking singer in a tawdry cabaret. She gesticulated and grimaced wildly until finally she was shot. The advertisement: "Wanted immediately: leading chanteuse for first-class establishment...
Congress (51st and Broadway). A cabaret with a gigantic dance floor and show. There are clever dance arrangements complete with harp by the orchestra of Bob Sylvester, who formerly arranged for Hal Kemp...
Along with driving taxicabs, selling gowns and keeping track of complicated collections of identification papers, a favorite occupation of "white" Russians is to run night clubs. In Manhattan last week was opened a new cabaret, La Maisonette Russe at the Hotel St. Regis. Though the usual socialites and columnists were present to drink vodka and listen to gypsy music, the religious editors of the town, such as Rachel McDowell of the Times and Dr. W. A. Nichols of the World-Telegram, did not show up. Their presence would not have been extraordinary because La Maisonette Russe was the first night...
Critical laurels by the bushel went to tense young Actor Meredith and his partner Margo, whom Filmen Ben Hecht & Charles MacArthur retrieved from a Manhattan cabaret last year for their Crime Without Passion. For his many scenes of undoubted power and beauty, Playwright Anderson was credited with having at least provided a theatrical experience not to be missed by those who take the U. S. Theatre seriously...
...contemptuous comment on Raft, the radio, the Swanee Sisters' sponsor, a socialite party which the Sisters attend when they tire of Raft's monastic regulations of their conduct, worldly success in general. When the Swanee Sisters have executed a bewildering overnight rise from penniless unemployment to cabaret celebrity, Patsy Kelly is less pleased than truculently suspicious and, when a waiter hands her a caviar canapé, her dissatisfaction is complete. "What good is caviar?" she demands hoarsely. "It tastes like buckshot soaked in axle grease." Good songs: Take It Easy, I'm in the Mood for Love...