Close Up (Oct 1920 - Aug 1923)

5 Moving Along In Movie-Land Burtnett and Hank Miller, the greatest orchestra leaders in the West, have been showing us just how it is done in an original way. The crowds have been remarking about the music and the splendid service. TURKISH VILLAGE— The only place to get that midnight atmosphere of the orient with weird lightings and lots of smoke with sticky pastry and cool drinks. And then you can dance, too. Ask Charles Manos. MARCELL’S — Really, this is the only place to have that dinner you've been looking forward to all day. This Eighth street cafe has captured all of the downtown dinner eaters. There’s some very good music for dancing also. MONTMARTRE — H o 1 1 y w o o d’s ONLY place to dine and dance now. The noon luncheons have made the hit with the movie folk who have to dine with their make-up on. Nearly everyone is seen dashing up here now. Vincent Rose and Jackie Taylor are leading the orchestra with huge success. The Coffee Shop has opened now. Try it. ITALIAN VILLAGE — Now that Billy Blankenbecker is on the saxaphone at this submerged cafe of good food, we can all enjoy a dance or two.. There is no doubt about it, this boy knows his stuff when it comes to tooting tuneful tones for high-toned people. “Toot, toot, Billy, let’s go!” He is certainly the King Toot ruling over the land of the saxaphones and tooty things for music making. “Toot, toot, Billy, Good-bye.” CALIFORNIA C A F E— N o w this Witzel Los Angeles Leading Professional Photographer 828 South Hill St. Phone 62448 6324 Hollywood Blvd. Holly 343 place’s only rival has opened. That is the Commodore Grill on West Seventh. Of course, Gus Haritos is running both of them and doing it with only the idea of pleasing the public. On the opening day, a number of Gus’ best Greek friends presented him with some canary eggs for those yellow song-birds who sweetly take the place of an orchestra between bites. BROWN’S CHOCOLATE SHOP— This is quite the place to dash in and have that little lunchette or some frozen dainty, anytime during the day or evening. The service is something that we must speak of. Fred J. Faerber is the general manager. TAIT’S COFFEE SHOP— “Ask the man who eats there” should be their motto. The business men and clerks who have a short time for lunch are the ones who enjoy this place beyond words. It has been a life-saver to them. The low prices are making the real hit. John Tait knows what the public wants and needs, all right. MARY LOUISE— A very exclusive place to gossip and give the feminine facts the “once over” while supping tea. Their dinners have been drawing the crowds of the elite and this is fast becoming the meeting place of society. TRAVAGLINI’S ROMA ROTISSERIE — This idee of taking cooked food home and lessening the work in the kitchen is meeting with success. And this shop is the only place of its kind here. Well worth trying, anyway. HOLLYWOOD STADIUM— The S. R. O. sign makes its usual appearance on Friday nights. Roy Marshall has sure been serving the classy bouts and its the man who pays — on Friday nights. PUT ’EM OUT — Had a hard time this week getting around to all of them. Lot of new places, you know. Funny thing, met two girls I didn’t know the other night. Found out later they had just arrived. Good reason. Good night. Finis Fox asked for a plate of bald soup the other day. He said he didn’t want any hairs in it. SjS He Jack Mower is responsible for the assertion that the devil took possession of a girl he knew on Angel’s Flight. SPECULATIVE {“Hope is the Expectation of Life’’) Great God! from the depths of my sorrow A voice speaks of hope for tomorrow , It thrills my sad breast; The voice is alluring and pleasant, It scatters the shadows of present This sleepless unrest. Great God! Thy command tho’ writ plainly, The doing of which I strive vainly. So frail is my will ; E’en tho’ strength were vouchsafed to master, I would live like a storied disaster; A road all uphill. Great God! deprived of this pleasure, The only bright gleam of my measure, ’T would steal from my noon; The strength and the courage, for fighting, A spectre of mine own inciting, kV ould vanquish me soon. Great God! all ills are thy doing , As H ope— comes of thine own construing, Thus also — the Sun! If mine eyes have on them engraven— kVhilst in Hell! a vista of Heaven, Must I the sight shun? — By Marshall Lorirner. A FOOL THERE WAS HE HAD WORKED WITHOUT A MISS FOR TWO YEARS AT $350 A WEEK. ONLY HIMSELF AND WIFE TO CARE FOR. THREE WEEKS AFTER HE LOST HIS JOB THE COMPANY PULLED OUT HIS TELEPHONE, AND THE GROCERY MAN WAS REAL NASTY ABOUT A LITTLE BILL OF A HUNDRED AND FORTY-SOME ODD DOLLARS. IF HE HAD JUST PUT A MISERABLE LITTLE TEN PER CENT OF THAT SALARY INTO A SIX PER CENT ACCOUNT WITH THE GUARANTY BUILDING AND LOAN ASSOCIATION AT 6364 HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD, WHAT A DIFFERENCE IT WOULD HAVE MADE. WITH NEARLY $4000 WHERE HE COULD LAY HIS HANDS ON IT, HE COULD HAVE TOLD THEM ALL TO GO TO — TO THEIR BOOKS AND CREDIT HIM WITH PAYMENT. — A d-vt.