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Helen Klampk
hour, and even at four in the morning there is still a crowd outside pleading for admittance. But if you aren't well known, your chance of getting in is slight.
A story is told of a stunning, middle-aged woman who arrived one night and was denied admittance. "Just tell Miss Guinan that I am here," she instructed the doorman. "She knows me." But the doorman did not recognize her and was unimpressed. From time to time he did go in, but only to come back and report that Miss Guinan was very busy with her guests of honor — they were Viola Dana and Bobby Agnew, I believe — -and later, to say that Miss Guinan was singing. "And when a great artist like Miss Guinan sings, of course I can't interrupt her," he said.
The woman waited patiently, until in due course of time Texas did come out and the doorman was startled to see her fling her arms around the woman excitedly, laughing and crying as she exulted, "Mary Garden ! darling !"
Even if people didn't love Texas, I think they would go to whatever night club she was presiding over at the moment. It doesn't pav to ignore a woman with her sense of humor. The Dolly sisters must have once offended her in some way, for there was a time when Texas brought out of obscurity the dreariest, stringiest, tackiest sister act you ever saw. They were duly introduced, nightly, to a hilarious throng, 'as the "Dolly Sisters' Daughters."
If you knew the New York night clubs of a year or two ago, you will find that the places men= tioned here have unfamiliar names, for the night=club patrons, in their continual search for novelty, demand new clubs each season.
This account, therefore, of the 1926 crop of clubs, will make you familiar with the ones that the players are patronizing now.
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Everything is friendly and informal up at Texas' club, as Malcolm St. Clair, the clever young Paramount director, found on his first visit there. A girl at an adjoining table found him much more interesting than her own party — and who would not? — and slid along the divan so as to talk to him. He didn't seem to relish the idea, but some one with him — thus I veil my identity — urged her to tell about herself. She said that she came from Hollywood, where she had been working in pictures.
"Perhaps you have worked for Monta Bell?" I asked, all interest. "Do tell me about him." And then I heard things about Monta which, in all the years of our acquaintance, I had never suspected.
"Paul Bern," I went on. "What is he like?" More misinformation followed.
Finally, I asked, "Ever heard of Mai St. Clair ? They tell me he is an awfully good director." And to his intense surprise, Mr. St. Clair learned that she always played in his pictures — that he simply couldn't make one without her. And the young lady wasn't in the least daunted when she studied him closely and realized who he was. She just exclaimed, "Why, you're Mai St. Clair ! You've never seen me before in your life. What a fool I've made of myself !"
Picture stars do go to other places in New York besides Texas' club, though often, when they arrive at any other place, they ask themselves why, and speedily repair the mistake.