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THE SHOW-DOWN       Page 17

IN AND OUTS
(Continued from page 3)

Bohemian Gardens on Court St. during the M. C. and producing shows. Will be up to see you soon Jeanette.

Sunshine Sammy the dancer is ginging about town here and there.

Billy Randolph the sensational comedy drummer, is still collecting hats full of dollars.

They came, they saw, they heard, and how they applauded, for it was the opening night of The Cotton Club. of 176 Joseph Ave. and what a show, what a club.

We should do honor to the performers who work so hard on that eventfull night to please the patrons. It is needless for me to say how well the patrons enjoyed themselves, but I must make a few comments on the show and also the staff of emploees. 

Joe (Bill Robinson) Banks as a coming young producer is tops with me and as an M.C. he rates with some of the best . . . I can not find words to add my praise to the Star of The Cotton Club, Mable Cooper who has filled the bill as a featured star in such clubs as The Vendome Hotel, Mongomery's Hotel of Buffalo also Bardos (Ofay) Inn of Rochester . . . One may pass the club on any evening and hear the crowd howling like mad I wonder what is the trouble. To you, the public who have not visited the club I can tell you it is that dazzling red head and sensational seller of songs. Edna Miller who has come to the Cotton Club with a record of being off of Western N.Y. finest entertainer. She features the song until the real thing comes along. Then there is Josephine Roundtree of Boston, Mass., the clever little dancer and singer who for the life of me I cannot see how she can keep up with Joe Banks doing those difficult dance steps, keep it up Josie, you are still tops with me.

Sometimes I wonder what makes a good show. Let's see if we can figure it out . . .

A good producer must have good performers, good performers must have fine and sweet music. Therefore, in order for the Cotton Club's show to be up to standard, they have engaged the services of Wm. (Bill) Geder and his Cotton Club Ork, who furnish the music and rhythm for you to dine and dance.

The dapper little manager John (Shorty) Howard who is well liked by everyone will see that you are treated with the very best of hospitality and assures you excellent service by his most able assistant Lester Briggs, head waiter assisted by Wm. Vanhook 
--Rainey (Goofer Mc Keever
--Clifford (Chink) Allen.

We must not forget the little personality girl in the check-room Dolly Stockweather...

HAIR STYLIST

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[[caption]] JIMMY BARBER,of Frankie's Beauty Salon located at 2364 Seventh Avenue in New York City, is one of the outstanding beauticians of Harlem. Designing the latest in hair creations is a minor object as far as Jimmy is concerned. [[/caption]]

I cannot close this column without dedicating it to the proprietor of The Cotton Club Mr. Louie Lipsitz who has given Rochester its finest Black and Tan Club. Much credit is due a man when her will invest seven thousand dollars in a Club for your pleasure. Let's all respond by attending. For reservations telephone Main 8286.

Hello Phil Dorsey I'm still alive . . .but not so well. The next dance you give, have two body guards.

With you, adios until next month.
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Dark Ghetto
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the strange Harry K. Thaw over the honor of his famous and notorious wife, Evelyn Nesbit. This street is known as "Strivers Row".

The houses occupied by the so-called society group overlooking the Colonial Park, high up on a hill, is the section known as "Sugar Hill" which of late years, has taken the place of "Striver's Row". Here is the Park Avenue of Harlem. St. Nicholas Avenue and St. Nicholas Place. Here are apartment houses owned by Harry Wills, Bill Robinson, the Florence Mills estate and others. To live here means social and financial success.

We turn and leave this calm, peaceful street and return to Seventh Avenue. Continue North to One Hundred and Fifty First Street. We are near a series of beautiful apartment buildings which cover an entire city block. These buildings of brick and stone surround a center garden of well kept appearances. Uniformed private police, doormen and footmen, protect the occupants form the outside intruder. One has to be announced to enter this sacred confine. The Dunbar Apartments named after the famous Negro poet, Paul Lawrence Dunbar. They were endowed and built by the Rockefeller oil millions. It is considered the last word in achievement by the Harlem citizen to be able to maintain a home here.

Again we went our way Southward, leisurely, following the crowded thoroughfares, our minds active in thought.

What will be the outcome of the amalgamation of races. In time, will all national, sectional, and tribal differences be forgotten? Is this the beginning of the end of racial differences and caste? Is this the new melting pot? Will new ideals be born? This is Harlem - - Black Mecca - - A Haven of refuge for the person of dark skin. Out of everything comes some good. What will it be? . . . who knows . . . Who can tell?

FINIS