Life — November 9, 1928 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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ALONG THE Dear Pat Wittaro: I was just thinking about several actors, who are Winchell 2 listed along with other millionaires, who a few years ago were considered so many hams. Today they are starring on Broadway or in the provinces and even if they weren’t in a show they still would rate a bow from the mob that curtsies before people who have power or moncy. Did you know, frixample, that Al Jolson is worth four million dollars? Well, he is. Eddie Can- tor, who sold newspapers when he was a kid and who started in show business with Bedini and Arthur, the jugglers (who paid him fifteen bucks per to ‘break plates on his dome), is on his second million. And not because he got tired of trying to collect his first. Sophie Tucker is rich, too; Texas Guinan ought to be (considering the price for sandwiches at her former night clubs), and Eddie Dowling is the newest of the actors to rate the sub-title of millionaire. These Park Avenouveau-rich players ac- cumulated a lot of their wealth singing songs or making funny faces, but most of “Keep quiet and I'll let you see nice organ come up out of the ground.” them made “good connections” with jg fluential Wall Streeters who tipped them off to What's What. Mr. Dowling met Mr. Raskob, the bie General Motors man, two years ago, [id instance. The following year he ea worth $500,000. Mr. Jolson and Mr. Cap. tor are officials of several big banks throughout the country and George Jo, sel, being a lifelong friend of both, is aly worth a mess of sugar. A comediag named Lou Holtz is a landlord in New York, but like his comrades, he must keep working in the theaters to hear that ap plause. His apartment houses on River side Drive are choice places and last week he peddled an apartment house to te New York Times, which wanted moze space for its plants on 43rd Street. The price would make an acrobat’s head swim, so we'll change the subject. But before we do, it might be added that the above-men- tioned lucky _ stiffs got “in” with the men (who know what stocks or bonds are going to leap or fall before anyone else) by playing at benefits when asked to. Or they ‘avored a great club or organization with a song or dance and refused to accept any wages, Nat- urally the big shots returned the favors with “tips” that sent their names high up on the Income Tax lists. Ain't some ‘ople got fun, though? The old Stem is gayer than ever, Wil lard. The newest rendezvous to reopen is the Club. Richman and it is a grand place to take the Woman Who Unde- stands You. The couvert is reasonable and the menu prices oke. Harry Richman stars there again, Frances Williams does lowdown chunes in the fascinating man ner, and Irving Aaronson’s Commanders orchestra not only are instrumentalists who know how, but they get hot with ditties that leave you limp. The Yacht Club 4 are back at the Ambassador Grill. Chick Endor and his new bride are starring at the Café Pars (formerly Helen Morgan's place on 54th Street). The Jungle Room is where Doro thy Parker, Betty Starbuck, Peggy Joyce. Fanny Ward and Lord Northesk Did Things the other night, and the Chez Florence has been getting all of the pub licity lately. Sneeze, the clever black boy, is the star there and a sepia-shaded femme sings swell blues. . Nearly everyone you know is getting married and trying to live happily ever after. The Cotton Club in Harlem has? comicbooks.com