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Before leaving Paris on the afternoon of November 5, we-my wife and I-stopped to say good-by to our old friend, the proprietor of the large cafe in the Place Marceau. We expected to find him rather sad at our departure; but no-he was all smiles: "You will be coming back before long," he said, "and to a happier France! For I have just heard good news. I have just heard a German soldier grumbling: 'Du lieber Gott, I greatly fear that Roosevelt has been re-elected!' There is a high moral authority in question...
...pint-sized genius with a two-quart capacity, abets the spirit of the occasion with leerics about zippers, canopied beds, secret telephones, mirrored ceilings, iniquity, chambermaids who are deaf, dumb & blind. Brazen little June Havoc, sister of Burlesqueen Gypsy Rose Lee, does a sidesplitting parody of all kinds of cafe singing and yields nothing to her sister in ability to make a rhinestone gown twitch with significance. In singing Zip, the show's funniest novelty song, a girl named Jean Casto, wearing horn-rimmed goggles and a tweedy sports ensemble, stops the show with the neatest trick...
Rose has not been forced to relinquish it entirely. Showman Todd has at least forced him to share it. Last week in Chicago, Showman Todd opened the biggest theatre-restaurant ever, Michael Todd's Theatre-Cafe, in the old Rainbow Ballroom which housed the high-priced French Casino during the Chicago World's Fair...
...last fight, many a boxer has turned barkeep. Joe Madden, onetime lightweight, is probably the only ex-pug who can trace his clicking cash register to his ability to write rather than fight. One night last week 500 of Madden's loyal customers jammed his Manhattan-cafe. Tennist Alice Marble sang, Sportswriter Richards Vidmer helped wait on table. They rang up $1,500 in his cash register-not for Joe Madden but for New York City's needy kids...
Madden's pet hate is Manhattan's cafe-society crowd. "The whole racket," he once wrote, "is nothing but a Show-Off Handicap. It's a good thing it aint a weight for age race or some of them fillies could never lift a foot. Everything, clothes and talk, is loud and cheap and I'm convinced that most of them, if they could get two more people to turn around and look at them, or could get their kisser in another toothpaste ad, a mention by a columnist or their picture in a tab, they...