Word: copacabana
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...police ordinance that requires nightclub employees-from entertainers to hat-check girls-to carry police identity cards. A Citizens' Emergency Committee has filled the air with charges of abuses and shakedowns; the cops have retaliated by combing the cabarets for cardless offenders. This week Jules Podell's Copacabana loses its cabaret license for a knuckle-rapping four days, and Sherman Billingsley's Stork Club is fighting a similar suspension. To many New Yorkers, all this was only a reminder (or revelation) that their city is the most prodigious nightclub town on earth, with some 1,200 licensed...
...clearest, most agreeable atmospheres. The Persian Room at the Plaza is the most attractive, almost always features a lone singer (Lilo, Lisa Kirk, Hildegarde). The Waldorf's Empire Room, whose headwaiter has cultivated the manner of a Habsburg prince, offers the biggest marquee names, second only to the Copacabana. They include oldtimers and almost-old-timers (Nelson Eddy, Lena Home, currently Dick Haymes and Fran Jeffries) as well as occasional newcomers; recently the room sported the Kim Sisters-three Koreans who sing American and yodel, too. The Maisonette at the St. Regis has a small circle of chanteuses...
...extraordinary miscellany of New York's night life, no club can touch the Latin Quarter-no, not with a tenfoot pole, for sheer expensive tawdriness. Unlike the Copacabana, which concentrates on headliners (Joey Bishop, Sammy Davis Jr.) and surrounds them with half a dozen pretty chorines and vegetation by Goodyear, the Latin Quarter spends its budget on quantity, on big casts, on halfway talents and halfway nudes. A fanfare brings out the girls-girls dressed in balloons, girls dressed in sequins, girls in high heels clicking along the stage rim, nearly stepping on the ring-siders' elbows. After...
...fugitive from justice in the U.S., where he is accused of stock swindles amounting to at least $14 million, Lowell M. Birrell, 52, is still living it up in Rio. Last week he whiled away the balmy tropical evenings in the company of beautiful women at the Copacabana Palace, Le Bon Gourmet and other nightspots, spending upwards of $200 a night on food, drink and fun. One night he even dined at the home of Colonel Eugenic Castilho Freire, warden of Central Prison, where he had been an honored guest while the officials brought a predictably fruitless deportation case against...
...real-estate firm. Current salary: $180 a month. Scrimping, saving, and struggling with a budget have not made Cafe Filho bitter. He lives with his wife, Jandyra, 56, (they have a son, 16, who is preparing for the naval academy), in the three-bedroom apartment on Rio's Copacabana Beach where he has lived for the past 15 years, even as President. "I'm not disappointed," he says. "I am the son of a small, poor state. I was always in the opposition. Yet I was elected Vice President and reached the presidency...