It wasn’t the scantily dressed gal sitting in the paper moon--times two--that grabbed me. Although that, in and of itself, is intriguing. She could be a show girl from Ziegfeld’s Follies, or Earl Carroll’s Vanities or George White’s Scandals. Her cardboard sea is quite possibly the stage in the New Amsterdam Theater—when it was still… Continue reading Much More Than A Paper Moon
Word, word everywhere a word... But not the word I want. My fictional chum Grace Hennipen and I are back on an adventure. I've successfully moved her from the tenements in Hell's Kitchen to Grand Central Station. Now I am trying to get her to Cape Cod with a cynical poet as her travelling companion… Continue reading Looking for a Word — In All the Wrong Places..
I don’t know about the dancers… But I bet the New York Times reporter found the marathon beat to be a grind. Swinging around the New Madison Garden looking for a story, a different angle and an interesting scoop—day after day, night after night. It must have been a nightmare—the backstabbing, the melodrama, the nervous… Continue reading $13.79 per hour
As the hours accrued couples quietly withdrew from the Dance Marathon at the New Madison Square Garden in mid-June of 1928. By day three they were down to sixty-six teams; Day four forty-three teams; Day five thirty-four teams. Despite possible favoritism by the promoter, the most popular team, number 21, Victor Baesa and Victoria Aragues,… Continue reading Nerves and Swerves—Chills and Spills—Strains and Sprains