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October, 1945
ferred restaurants, is open again in full glory. It has been enlarged during the summer and is at least twice the original size. But even so it is always crowded. It's advisable to get there between twelvethirty and one if you want a good table . . . or any at all. After lunching in the down stairs grill with its long, long bar, dim lights and low hum of voices, it is always a shock to emerge and find daylight on the street. The upstairs has more of an atmosphere of reality . . . but it's more formal, too. Twenty-One is sometimes called Jack and Charlie's as Jack and Charlie are the owners and usually present with an enthusiastic greeting for familiar habituees.
The Glass Menagerie, one TWO of Broadway's biggest hits, BOX can't be recommended for a SEATS, fun evening. Though it has PLEASE spots of humor it is strictly ungay. Laurette Taylor's performance as a dowdy, impossible mother, however, is a must for theatre goers. After years of comparative obscurity she has hit the top again with a bang. The play must be terrifically strenuous for her as she is on the stage almost constantly and there are only three others in the cast. (I might add that the other three are no slouches . . . but we're talking about Laurette.) She practically never changes her tone of voice or her sort of wandering manner yet she arouses keen emotion and response in the audience. Her hair-do is something out of this world and certainly isn't going to start a new trend of fashion. When an occasional and very fleeting smile lights up her face the older generation can recall for a moment the young Laurette in Peg o' My Heart. It's rather dramatic to consider that the stars of two Broadway hits, Harvey and Glass Menagerie, have taken the town by storm after the "best" years of their theatrical lives have rolled by. They both do a super job . . . and more power to them.
There should be a law . . . for persons who get in crowded elevators with lighted cigarettes half strangling other occupants. Which brings to mind a "did you know"
. . . elevator operators have to rest at various intervals during their working hours to keep from getting seasick. The constant ups, downs and stops churn their tummies in a rough sea manner.
MY FISH '^^^ price of women's raiAND ment in Manhattan these
TAILS '^''^^ doesn't do a thing toTFFVf's wards steadying one's nerves. •' The selection of a dress or
suit is almost a life and death matter. And the things are so lush . . . and it's all so confusing. For daytime wear fashion is still partial to the smart suit; but night life is going in for long dresses in a big way. Swank night spots are encouraging a return to the old formal attire which (I hate to say this) will call for the gentlemen to be in dinner jacket. Better come prepared. It can be fun after you get started anyway.
Life is like a game of cards. You must play the game with the hand that is de^t you. The greatest glory is winning with a poor hand . . . and the greatest disgrace is losing with a good one.