Morning Telegraph, 1927-09-27, p.05
FRANK FAY’S “NEW YORKER“ DOING NICELY, THANK YOU
While capacity was hardly registered Sunday night at the Club New Yorker, the reconstructed Paul Whiteman Club, on Broadway, the rendezvous carried a well-dressed house around midnight, with the late arrivals straggling in continually thereafter.
The new club, completely rearranged, has the orchestra stand at the north end of the room, the former bandstand utilized by Whiteman being transformed into a garden scene. On either side of the floor high booths have been built, and the center carries a new low drape that makes it possible for a singer to be heard. The alterations brought down the seating capacity to about 400, but gives added value in the line of intimacy, and makes it doubly easy for the entertainers. And the entrance has been improved, a narrow hall bringing one into the main foyer, instead of the ungainly doorway originally here.
Frank Fay is at his best on the floor, and his first Sunday night [Sept. 25] found him going along through a routine of light comedy patter that registered every point. His familiar “bit” with Louis Mann and Patsy Kelly is sure-fire for club work, and his impromptu announcements are wealthy with wit. Phyllis Ray, a blues singer, whose vocal work is incidental to her splendid dancing, is bound to win favor with the New Yorkerites. Deno & Rochelle’s Apache is a valuable addition to the floor program, and Olive McClure’s slave dance lends variety to the revue.
The club, now under the sole management of Bob Langdon, and supervised by Jack Figel, is on its second week, and, lacking the tremendous entertaining magnet it had in Whiteman last season, is going along sufficiently well to warrant a prediction of success. In the musicians’ pit is a combination of players taken from the Jean Goldkette and Roger Wolf Kahn orchestras.
Alas, things weren't to go on so smoothly, and the Club had to close October 15 ...
Thanks RW for these postings. It helps fill in some of the details concerning the ephemeral nightclub that housed a super-group of jazz musicians.
It got me to look up Frank Fay too. Interesting figure, supposedly a pioneer of stand-up comedy. Plenty of youtube clips of him. They are mostly dreadful I think, and no matter how I try to send my point of view into the old "way-back machine", I just can't dig it.
Here is a quick article about Fay: http://thevillager.com/2013/11/21/fathe ... letterman/. Turns out he could be pretty mean. According to Milton Berle, "Fay's friends could be counted on the missing arm of one-armed man."