The doe at eve

SUMMER IN MANHATTAN.—Now that hot weather has set in for a spell, the hotels of our city have outdone themselves in an effort to meet it head on. Roofs—or rooves—are opening like mushrooms all over the place, and there is no reason to fly to the country on warm nights, since you can dine and wine—and even dance—in comparative coolness, with a view of the city lights right off your elbow. The billowing roofs should be open by the time this gets in print: Hotel Biltmore, Hotel Pierre, Hotel St. Moritz, Hotel St. Regis, Waldorf-Astoria, Hotel Bossert in Brooklyn, and possibly the Hotel Madison and Delmonico's. The Ritz will have either its roof or its garden open; the Park Lane, the Tuscany, the Sulgrave and the Ambassador have gardens; and the Hotel Chatham has reopened its by now famous Chatham Walk.

ST. REGIS ROOF.—This opened May 4, and is now going full speed ahead. Jules Lande, known prettily enough as the "troubadour of the violin," plays during luncheon and the cocktail hour (4 to 6:30 P.M.) daily, except Sundays. Luncheon is $1.50, or a la carte. Night-time finds Vincent Lopez right on the job, from 7 P.M. until closing time. Dinner is $3 week-nights, $3.50 Saturdays. The minimum supper charge is $1.50 week-nights, $2.50 Saturdays. Medrano and Donna dance nightly. The music is divine; and so is the view. Very popular with the young folks home from school and college.

GARDEN IN TUSCANY.—The Hotel Tuscany, whose black and red bar has long been a favorite with those who like to sit quietly, drink seriously and talk long, has now opened its garden, for tea dancing every afternoon and for dinner and dancing at night. The garden is cool and green-leaved, with star-shaped lights of violet glass tucked here and there amid the shrubbery. But the big attraction here—the grand piéce de résistance—is Bela Loblov, the Hungarian violinist who first achieved local fame in the stage play of Reunion in Vienna, with the Lunts, and later appeared in the screen version. Last month, he again served a stretch in Hollywood, where he played a fiddler in The Merry Widow, the newest Maurice Chevalier-Jeanette MacDonald picture. Loblov is really a first-rate musician and composer. For some time he was concert master and first violinist with the New York Philharmonic Society; later, he conducted The Dream Girl, the operetta of his good friend, Victor Herbert. Last year, he played at the Madison and at the Waldorf-Astoria; now he wanders around, contributing genial atmosphere and excellent music to the Tuscany.

HERE COMES THE SHOW BOAT.—A group of ambitious young people, named the Periwinkle Players, have chartered a show boat for the summer and plan to mosey around in all available waters, including the various yacht club preserves on Long Island Sound. They have signed up some well-known players and will include in their repertory Ten Nights in a Bar Room, The Ocean of Life or Every Inch a Sailor; and other stirring melodramas. They plan to inaugurate their season June 11th, in Eastchester Creek.

HAVANA IN HARLEM.—By this time, f suppose everyone has heard of Cubanacan, on Lenox Avenue at 114th Street. At least, you see everyone there, at one time or another, including artists, writers, Park Avenue on the loose. Mrs. Harrison Williams, and members of the theatrical world. I haven't mentioned it before, because I didn't want it spoiled by popularity, but now that the secret is out, I suppose there's no harm in it. Anyway, it is real Cuban—the only place of its kind in New York; and if they only have sense enough to stick to their knitting—instead of trying to introduce a lot of phoney night club stuff like tango dancers, Oriental twirlers and carioca addicts—it will be a welcome relief from the ordinary run of New York night-time entertainment. You can get an excellent Cuban dinner there for $1.50, with arroz con pollo (chicken and rice), marvelous soup, and those wonderful frijoles negros (black beans). It is the only place in town where they serve tequila cocktails—but you have to fight tooth and nail to get them. Their Bacardi is excellent, too. Drink it straight, and get them to put a touch of anis in it. It makes a fine, exciting drink which won't make you sick, but will stimulate you so that you can stay up all night drinking it. Their music is superb, and the real thing. A while back, they had a pair of rumba dancers straight from the Havana dance-halls —none of this pseudo-shaking, emasculated rumba which they do around down-town. However, something happened to them, and they disappeared. They were too good to last, but they may get some others soon. The entertainment goes on at 12:30 and at 2:00. The charges are moderate—a $2 minimum per person on Saturday nights. They may have spoiled the place by this time and gone American on me, with a rush of popularity to their heads, but if they are still playing straight Cuban, you must go there.

HELEN BROWN NORDEN