No liquor was sneaked at the club, but if you brought your own you were sold a set-up (costing two cents) for a buck. The Hollywood's success was immediate, and before the club expired more than a decade later, it had lived to see the cover charge die. Club after club in New York, Chicago, Hollywood, Europe, Asia, South America, followed the policy of elaborate shows and minimum charge. The Hollywood was the daddy of practically every cabaret in business today. This revolution, plus the hard times following 1929, again changed the face of Rue de Revelry and environs. Even before Repeal, many clubs of the Guinan era and stamp folded, including Guinan's. On one side, they were hammered by the depression; on the other they were against the competition offered by the Hollywood and its imitators. A new crop of lovelies had come up, were displayed and went on to Hollywood. To mention one, Alice Faye--a Hollywood Restaurant pony. Rudy Vallee, leading the band there, adopted her as a protégée. He later took her with him into George White's _Scandals_, in which he starred. Alice, who had dark brown hair in those pre-blonde days, did one bit number. It was enough, with Rudy's backing, to show trained talent scouts. Soon came the equally large and elaborate Paradise Restaurant, across Broadway from the Hollywood, to compete. The syndicate which built it lured N.T.G. away from the Hollywood, some said at the point of a gun. There were times during those shimmering nights when show girls, those with followings, were paid as much as $250 a week simply to undulate across the floor. Many were driven to work in Rolls-Royces. Minks--even sables--were a dime a dozen. Naked was the doll whose arms weren't covered with diamond bracelets. Fifteen years ago, the hegira to the East Side had not gotten under way. Playboys, head salesmen, mobsters, visiting firemen--all fast with a buck--nightly made happy the hearts of headwaiters. c.--_From the Circle to the Square_ Though what the world calls "Broadway" is not a street, but a condition, the purpose of these few pages is to tell you about the thoroughfare named Broadway, and more specifically, that part of it now the Rialto of the western world. This meandering bit of avenue, following the tortuous curve of an ancient cow path, is delimited south of 42nd Street by the flourishing wholesale garment industry; and, north of Columbus Circle, by Central Park and automobile row, some of which extends south of the Circle, encroaching into the White Way as far as 54th Street. So, all the Glittering Gash can honestly claim for its own is 12 short blocks, measuring exactly three-fifths of a mile. This is the street of a million lights, of a broken heart for every bulb, and more bulbs every night.