Judge — November 1935 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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Judge HIGH HAT HE Louis-Baer fight definitely es- tablished the fact that New York is back in the Big Mone: Tt was scandalous. But it did finally bring to light the terrific dough the boys have been making watching the little ticker tape. . If you want to see some of it spre around, you might try to get a sed y Friday nt in the French Casino, the Hollywood, 21, or Healy's. For our money, Healy’s is the best late spot in the city. risco and Jack White are hardly what you'd call parlor ertainers, but they've continued the ! Ha-Ha and Durante Club tradition of ad libbing, using waiters and wash- room attendants for stooges, and saying Is, whatever comes into their hea For bets, fight tickets, inside informa- tion, and generally sporting effects, Jack and Charl still is tops. The food is good—good and expensive—and the liquor is all right. The clientele still is represented in Dun and Bradstreet’s, but it’s shot through with sports writers and columnists instead of debutantes which makes it noisier but better fun than it was in prohibition days. Probably the smartest little gin mill in town is tucked away in the west Fifties. It has no entertainment to speak of, but Michel's is practically an annex now for the Racquet Club. I don’t know why you should, but if you “He came down from Harvard for a weekend and he’s been here ever since!” 12 “Are you the G-Men I've been hearing about?” want to see our best men about town in action, there’s your spot. Barney Gallant has opened a new place, which is worth your while. Not for the liquor or the entertainment par- ticularly, but for the privilege of seeing the waiters throw Barney out when he gets rambunctious. Since the one and only Gallant left the Village there’s very little south of l4th Street except Communists and Southerners to interest you. Except, of course, for Jimmy Kelly's on Sullivan Street, which is really an old-time dance hall—probably the nearest thing to Nigger Mike’s New York has had since before Prohibition. Then, if you want soft music, and foreign food, and dim lights, you softy, you will find the Gaucho, also on Sulli- van Street, a romantic and inexpensive place to look moon-eyed at your little lady. I've never met more than three people who could afford to spend much time in what Westbrook Pegler tenderly calls John Rockefeller’s saloon and dance hall, better known as the Rainbow Room on top of Radio Ci The one time we ventured that high off the ground the prices were higher than the roof, the crowds were all left- overs from the Chicago World's Fair trade but the decorations and the view are magnificent. If you haze to see comicbooks.com