I am across the river with two broads on a sunny afternoon – in fact, it is forever sunny when I am with these particular dolls.
We are by no means unexcited to meet some guys and dolls from Broadway. These are the kind of guys who like to shoot craps and are well known for passing the time in such a harmless way. They have many friends except perhaps Lieutenant Brannigan, a police officer who, so far as I know, does not play craps. They are all here, which is a surprise, as these dudes are usually in bed in the afternoon, resting up from the night before so they will be in good shape for later on.
Nathan Detroit, Sky Masterson, Nicely-Nicely Johnson, Benny Southstreet, Big Jule, Harry the Horse, Rusty Charlie, Angie the Ox, Brandy Bottle Bates, Dave the Dude, Feet Samuels, Jack O’Hearts, Knife O’Halloran, Little Isadore and Society Max.
Swell guys and, speaking for myself, I am careful to stay friendly with them as I hear there are instances when parties they do not like, do not return home to their ever-loving wives.
There are some dolls: Miss Adelaide, the well-known entertainer at The Hot Box Club; Miss Sarah Brown who plays the cornet and saves souls at the Save-a-Soul Mission on Forty-eighth Street. There are other dolls but these two are quite some ripe peaches, excepting the dolls I accompany, who make the ripest peach look pale. Miss Brown, so far as I know, and I am around Broadway many years, only shoots craps once. “Anybody can see she is not a professional crap shooter, and not even an amateur crap shooter, for all amateur crap shooters first breathe on the dice, and rattle them good, and make remarks to them, such as ‘Come on, Baby!’ “
I am at the Bridge Theatre where Guys and Dolls fizzles and sizzles as fiercely as any flat iron steak or hot dog. It is more than somewhat a hit and is much admired by one and all.