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NORT JONATHAN
SINCE all of last month's Chicago Communique was devoted to various aspects of the Windy City's reception of the news that the Japs were "So sorry!" this one will attempt to struggle back into the groove. Resuming the Randolph StreetNear North Side-Hotels "beat," there's certainly no dearth of events to communicate about.
For one thing, there is Mike THE Fritzel over at the Chez Paree
CLUB on Fairbanks Court, happily BEAT rubbing his hands over a new contract calling for the appearance of Danny Thomas at his bistro in the near future. Danny has been a Chicago cafe fixture for years, only recently finding new fame in Hollywood as the postman on the Fanny Brice show. Apparently he will spend most of October and November in our midst. There was a lot of horse-trading back of the Chez-Thomas deal. In fact, the confetti which the management has been tossing out the window once upon a time was Danny's old contract. The new pact calls for about twice as much money, which indicates what radio can do for a clever night club comedian— -if he has the right material.
The acquisition of Danny Thomas gives the Chez Paree a little drawing power insurance against the tremendous Chicago popularity of Harry Richman, who, complete in top hat and immaculate white tie and tails, will also be romping with us in late October — this time at the Latin Quarter. Mr. Richman will undoubtedly set a new record at this home of the midget table, the small drink, and the large check. Harry Richman's wares are too wellknown to call for much publicizing here. As for the Latin Quarter, it's a nice place — but be sure to take along plenty of folding money and a periscope.
Another local boy who made good, Willie Shore, opens at the Rio Cabana early in October. And another autumn arrival will be Les Brown, who will be making his second appearance of the year in the Sherman Hotel's boiler factory — better known as the Panther Room. It is interesting perhaps to note that even the suave George Paxton, who has a wonderfully sweet band, made the welkin ring in the Panther Room. No band apparently can resist the temptation to push the walls right out into Randolph Street.
Still looking into the crystal ball we find staring right back at us Myrus, the mental marvel, who apparently forgot his last Blackstone date, but is tuning up his brain cells for a belated October 12th appearance in the swank Mayfair Room — now inhabited by the ingratiating Phil Regan. That bonny boy is back in Chicago again, and the customers are hanging from the chandeliers — in a nice way, of course — to hear him sing. There are no tricky arrangements, no interpolated special lyrics. He just stands there and lets you have your favorite songs — straight, the way they were written and the way they were meant to be sung. Two of his numbers are typical of the Irish gayety which silvers the Regan repertory — "Tread on the Tail of Me Coat" and "Phil the Fluters Ball." They rank with his theme song, "Dear Old Donegal."