Brie Austin

The Great American Supperclub – Copacabana

It was 5:00 AM and Jerry Lewis just walked into Reubens on Madison & 59th St., his arms filled with the early edition of the NY Mirror and his hat turned backwards portraying the hapless paperboy. He proceeds to sell them table-by- table. He then returned the papers that were unsold and any money collected to an excited paperboy. On this night, as on most nights, the crowd was a who’s who of the New York City nightclub circuit as remembered & told to me by Harriet Weber Wright. “Sometimes they were there to enjoy the camaraderie, the famous Apple Pancakes or just to unwind after another night on the town, but it was always a roaring good time” she said.

The year was 1940 and America had just awakened from a ten-year hangover, better known as the Great Depression. Europe was at war, but the American café society elite wanted to party. The supper club was now the nightlife entertainment of choice (there were no televisions), the successor to the prohibition speakeasies. Hollywood stars like Errol Flynn would frequent NYC clubs like the El Morocco, Stork Club, the Rainbow room or 21 – “New York was where the rich and famous came to play”.

On November 10, 1940, Monte Proser opened a new club called the Copacabana, which Walter Winchell referred to as the “latest click at 10 East 60th Street”. The club became the number one hot spot among a hybrid crowd of sports figures, stars of stage & screen, jockey’s, prizefighters, oil barons, gangsters, politicians, columnists, Wall Street and 7th Ave. A place where moguls would all mix together – shaken not stirred. “Every night was New Year Eve,” I was told.

The Copacabana was Brazilian in theme, run by Jews and Italians which oddly enough was known for some of the best Chinese cuisine in the city, talk about your melting pot – but that’s New York. The décor was marvelous art deco throughout, and the main room downstairs was grand with palms tress everywhere illuminated by blue and pink hues. Everyone who worked there was dressed in tuxedos, it was pure elegance – even the bar stools covered in velvet.

Maitre D’s Joe Lopez, Gus or Arthur Brown accommodated the guests to the best of their ability, but you definitely needed a reservation, unless of course you were a celebrity or a friend carrying a $100 bill. Some nights the Maitre D’s would earn $1,000 in tips.

With headline entertainment, the Copa was the first supper club to present a line of dancing beauties. Also, there were two society bands, and two Latin bands, which played the hottest Rhumna, Merenge and cha-cha rhythms. But if you wanted a softer laid-back atmosphere you could always stop into the upstairs lounge. Celebrities’ names were called out as they entered by the on-air radio commentator who invited them over to chat with the radio audience at home. When Jack Eigan retired, Barry Gray took over the radio show that aired from 10PM – 4AM on WMGM.

If Ziegfield glorified the 20th century woman in the 1920’s and 30’s, Monte Proser glorified the “great American super-club”. Managed by Jack Entratter with the help of Jules Podell, the mob’s man in charge, the Copacabana was on its way to becoming the stuff that legends are made of.

Columnists and celebrities collaborated in an unspoken ritual of career enhancement and the Copa was the beneficiary.  Mob boss’s such as Albert Anastasia and Frank Costello were never written about, nor was their friendship with Jack Entratter. One slip up and a columnist could find themselves on the black list. Cameras were not allowed inside either. A patron could get a picture taken by a concession photographer, who had to make sure that no one was in the background. Jules Podell controlled the club with an iron fist and was famous for the pounding of his diamond ring on any hard surface – he was all business.

Almost overnight the Copa became the crossroads for Hollywood, Europe and New York City. Danton Walker in the Broadway column of the Gotham Gazette wrote “The story tellers of Hollywood: screen writers Jesse Lasky Jr., Richard Brooks and David Lord in town to make studio war training films, were sitting ringside at the Copacabana. Was the stage attraction pretty dancer Harriet Weber the reason David Lord is planning on seeing a preacher?”

The dancers were known as ponies for their short stature, ranging from five foot to five foot four inches tall. Walter Winchell said, “It’s the best girl show in town”. They were beautiful and dressed in extravagant outfits costing as much as $4000 each. In 1940 the girls earned $75.00 per week, while the average working man earned $40 per week. You could buy a Beef Stroganoff meal at the Copa for $7.95 and a drink for $1.70 back then.

Walter Winchell said, “Paying customers who came back with endearing regularity were impressed by the Copacabana girls”. And Dorothy Kilgallen wrote, “among those watching were Billy Rose and Eleanor Holm who could hardly take their eyes off the pretty line of girls. Was Billy scouting for his next show? Harriet Weber, a protégé of his World’s Fair Aquacade, was a front line stunner”.

The girls wore mink bras and panties and died their hair to match the colors of their outfits, which were changed every three months. They performed three shows nightly and sometimes the crowd was so large they all but tripped over the tables that were just barely set back from the dancing area. The seating was always referred to as “flexible” and could balloon from 670 to 1500 on any given Saturday night.

The girls were not allowed to mix with the customers so they would sneak off many times between shows to meet dinner dates, which was against the rules. Just picture four dancers changing in the back seat of a cab to and from the dinner date to the amusement of the driver.

Columnist Dorothy Kilgallen, The Voice Of Broadway wrote “was the presidents son John Roosevelt eyeing Harriet Weber and sending Orchids backstage to her at the Copa”? Walter Winchell noted spotting “Jimmy Durante and Harriet Weber, a front line pony partying after the show”, and Louis Sobel of the New York  Cavalade said that “Ted Howard reported seeing Copabeaut, the lovely Harriet Weber at Ruebens with Sam Bramson of the Wm. Morris Agency”. Even Ed Sullivan wrote in Little Old New York “Is Harry Ritz of the famous Ritz Brothers carrying on a 4 alarm blaze with Harriet Weber – Copacabana cutie?” Everyone loved to be seen with those Copa girls.

Eddie Eigan Radio show from inside the Copa, with Milton Berle

But the Copa was not for tourists. They were drawn to the Latin Quarter or the Diamond Horseshoe, and had a big list of other clubs to choose from as well:

Village Gate, Beverly Room, Glen Island Casino, International Casino, Tony    Paster’s Uptown, Hawaii Kai, Living Room, Carnival, Metropole, China Club, Empire Room, Leon & Eddies, Sardi’s, Jilly’s, Zanzibar, Riviera, Ed Wynn’s, 81 Club, Chez Vito, Onyx Club, Peppermint Lounge (famous for the twist), Byline Room, Basin Street East, Jack Dempsey’s, Hawaiian Room, Diamond Horseshoe, Greenwich Village Inn, Billy Reed’s Little Club, Club 82 – some of the best and grandest Drag Queens of the day partied here, Gilded Cage, Persian Room, Chateau Madrid, La Conga, Round Table, Lindy’s, Birdland, Cotton Club, Latin Quarter, Blue Note, Bon Soir, Brassierre, Cotillion, Blue Angel, Jazz Spots on 52nd St., Downstairs @ the Upstairs, Julius Monk’s, At the Round Table, King Arthur’s Room, Goldies on Lex and the Pin Up Room.

“If you had a successful run at the Copa you were almost guaranteed stardom”, Harriet Weber Wright wrote in her upcoming book entitled “I’d Do It Again”, and to follow is a list of some of those stars:

“Frank Sinatra, Lewis and Martin, Sammie Davis Jr., Nat King Cole, Peggy Lee, Jimmy Durante, Johnny Mathis, Della Reese, Mel Torme, Steve Lawrence, Edie Gorme,  Jerry Vale, Lucille Ball, Desi Arnaz, Pattie Page, Kay Thompson & the Williams Brothers, Bobby Rydell, Donald O’Connor, Tom Jones, Bobby Darin, The Temptations, Diana Ross & The Supremes, Connie Francis, Connie Russell and Joey Bishop

Get the picture – everybody. Black entertainers, even as famous as Nat King Cole and Sammie Davis Jr., however entered through the back door – this “was” the 40’s and 50’s after all.

I had the privilege of sitting and talking to Harriet Weber Wright (who went on to swim in Ester Williams movies), as well as Dorothy Gurry (who was in the last line at the Copa in 1969).1950’s and 60’s Copa girls Paula La Mont, (the daughter of a Ziegfield Follies Girl – and the current president of the Ziegfield Girls Club), and Myrna Lee (who is still a nightclub singer today) were also there.

The Copacabana, whose last line of Girls ran until 1969, closed in 1973 and to this day it still evokes fond memories of those I spoke to. There is something magical about it that I can’t seem to put my finger on. But it is out there lingering like a dream you remembered when you awoke that has now become slightly fuzzy.

Even after the club closed, the girls remained Icons and on October 15, 1976 they formed the “World Famous Copacabana Girls Inc., a non-profit organization with 150 Copa girls. They hosted benefits for aids and other charitable events which were supported by such dignitaries as Mayor Beame, Henny Youngman, Michael Todd, Liz Taylor, Robert Mitchum, fashion designer Clovis Ruffen, Nicky Haskell and Joan Crawford to name a few. In 1978 seven Copa girls, including Harriet and Paula, danced in costume with Peter Allen at the Waldorf Astoria when he performed his hit song “I Go To Rio”.

The formula for what created the mystique of the Copa was not one secret ingredient – it was all of it: The times, style, sophistication, danger, Copa girls, Jules Podell, live radio and columnists who loved to report about it all. Even the famous brawl between Mickey Mantle, Roger Maris, Billy Martin, Whitey Ford and Hank Bauer only enhanced the clubs popularity. It was not just another club – it was an experience.

As I talked to these four women I was overcome with nostalgia; like I was engulfed in a warm breeze of endearing images so close and so real I could almost reach out and wrap my arms around them. With all the talk about these legendary entertainers “did anyone meet Frank Sinatra”? I asked. “He threw the best parties in town, the only catch was you couldn’t leave until Frank said so. Meet him? Sure we met him and she slept with him,” Harriet said. To which I inquired – “was he any good”?

The Girls of the Copacabana are part of a legacy that will never happen again in quite the same way, and for that – they have memories to cherish and a bond to share. In a future article they’ll speak candidly about celebrities, lovers, performance mishaps, romance & dating, the nightlife then and now, glamour and style. It’s a once upon a time story when they were the chorus line at the COPACABANA.

Read more about the Copacabana in Harriet’s autobiography I’d Do It Again! 

Read about the 2005 re-opening of the Copacabana on 34th Street

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About Brie Austin

Co-author of I'd Do It Again, he is a columnist/reporter for a variety of magazines in the areas of music, lifestyle, nightlife, travel and business. He also writes business documents and creates copy for websites.