So uh … Dude. Where’s My Car?
Ted Riely, the theatrical agent who produces revues and all that sort of thing, was sitting in the Monte Carlo with Walter Gallagher the other night when he suddenly jumped up as though struck by lightning.
“What’s the matter?” asked Walter.
“I just remembered that I left my car somewhere this afternoon,” replied Ted. “I stopped several places where acts of mine are rehearsing; now I’ll have to make the rounds to try to locate my car.”
This is a new kind of absentmindedness.
“Oh, and by the way … did I forget to mention that Johnny Weismuller was a friend of your great-grandfather’s?” ~Jenny’s mom.
And by the way, did you know that Wally Gallagher two or three seasons ago was swimming in such form that he looked like a coming champion. Johnny Weismuller only beat him for a world’s title by a second and a quarter. Rich food and late hours have kind of slowed Wally up a bit.
Another unidentified and undated article from the scrapbook. This one is likely from the early 1920s.
The Monte Carlo, with its California Ramblers, an orchestra second to none, its several high-class vaudeville acts, including Bobbie Adams, is doing its share to cheer up Manhattan’s floating population. Walter Gallagher sees to it that the show is run off like clockwork.
This is one of the MANY articles that are unidentified and undated. I only know that this one is from the early 1920s because Walter is old enough to work with his father in the restaurant “biz.”
The Gallaghers, father and son, are most popular on Broadway. Billy, the pater, probably has more politicians and sportsmen “with him” than anybody in town. He has been conducting cabarets longer than anybody along the line — and he never has trouble with the police, for he never does anything to incur their displeasure. When orders go out for Billy to cut out dancing at a certain hour in his establishments he does it. Any order that comes from headquarters is carried out by Billy for he believes that in the interest of law and order the police edicts should be observed. His son, Walter, has grown up like a mushroom and is now capable of helping his father conduct his restaurants. Billy has taught his boy the business from the ground up with the result that Walter is affable, courteous, generous and shrewd. You can’t put anything over on Walter. Billy is the dean of cabaret owners — and he’s doing more business than ever in his life. Billy probably lends a helping hand to more “down and outs” and does more charitable deeds than anybody in the business. And no one ever yet heard him once look for any publicity fo the same. The only way those things have become known has been through the beneficiaries making them known.
I don’t know about anyone else, but does this article smack of propaganda? Does it have undertones of “this guy is protected by ‘the family’ so everything he does is legal”? Maybe it’s just me.