Judge — July 16, 1927 — page 14: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

DANCE MADNESS IN CONEY ISLAND That Old Barber College of Coney Island, July 15.—Every- body who is anybody at all (and most everybody is somebody) at this fashionable watering-place has gone mad over the latest big flash in dancing, the “Grizzly Hug.” Nightly the casinos and cafés chantants are crowded with members of the smart world ab- sorbed in learning the step, and wherever one goes he hears the new “ragtime” piece, “Valencia,” which is closely associated with this dance. At the “Idylle Houre” and the “Dew Droppe Inne,” the two best-known dancing places, Syncopating Sammy Sheffers and his Six Sardonic Saxophonists weave orgies of orchestration as the intent devotees of Terpsichore trip the light fantastic toe. Here one sees hundred-year-old dow- agers dancing with young scions of noble houses and youthful “flappers”. threading the intricate maze with bored clubmen and raconteurs. The dance was introduced into this, exclusive summer colony by Phil and Maizie Lukin, late of the Club Makowitz, Piccadilly; the pair are shown above dancing in the magnificent ballroom of the Fishbein Arms before an audience which numbers among _ those present such distinguished guests as Bishop Irving Shapiro of the Bronx and “Lucky Frankie” Hanley, the Flying Fenian, who made the first non-stop record between four speakeasies. Light-footed Lukins, as they are billed, run an estaminet and hot- dog kennel on the Boardwalk By Beau PerELMAN The, during the day and in the evening give lessons to those who would be au courant. ‘ Almost as “catchy” a tune as “Valencia” is the enormously popular “I Wanna Wander Back to Bay Ridge, Brooklyn,” the work of the prolific young com- poser, Johnny Bach, who plays here this season at the Orliansky Roof with his orchestra, “Johnny Bach’s Boyish Bummers.” The Orliansky Roof is perhaps the most correct place to dine and dance, as no rubber sneakers are allowed and shirts are compulsory. Men who know Coney Island say that there is a possibility of its becoming a rather well-known resort if the dance furore con- tinues, although the exclusive resi- dents seem loath to encourage newcomers outside their set. There have been rumors that amusements such as roller-coast- ers, ferris-wheels and side-shows will be introduced shortly, but small credence can be attached to them. Coney Island, we predict, will always rank as the play- ground of the “upper crust.” “We'll take it if ya’ll make usa liberal allowance fer de old bus.” Mine Oh, some fellows hail Jolly Harvard or Yale As the college that leads all the rest, And they’re loud in their praise Of the dear student days On the campus that they love the best. And others again Like a school down in Tenn., While for old Scranton, Penn., Many pine. But the one school for me— Where I got my degree— Is that old Barber College of mine! CHORUS: Ah, that old Barber College of mine, With its red and white pepper- mint sign, Where we frosh learned to clip Plumbers’ necks and to snip With the shears in a fairly straight line! I remember the courses I feared Were “The Technique of Trim- ming the Beard” Or “Lathering II,” And “Upper Shampoo”— But doggedly I persevered; And now that my chair’s number nine And business, I thank you, is fine, As I strop in my shop I am proud of each wop From that old Barber College of mine! —Artuur L. Lippmann comicbooks.com