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He's so tall and chancey,
Res the Indies9 fancy. Everybody knew him, Certainly do adore him.
When you see him strolling, every body opens up$
He's red hoi stuff,
Friends, you cant get enough.
Play if sop—don i abuse.
Phy them Jelly Roll Blues. . . .* f
The old original Elite at 3445 State Street was the most beautiful place 00 the South Side and the most famous place in the history of America's cabaret land. The trade was of the finest class—millionaires and good livers. When Teenan Jones, the owner, put his partner in charge of the Elite Number Two, comer 31st and State, this man, Art Cardozier, ran the place right into the deep blue sea. It was an A-Xo.-l failure even with space enough to get Bamum and Bailey's Circus in every night, because they used operatic and symphonic musicians, which was considered obsolete in the city of Chicago since the invasion of Tony Jackson and Jelly Roil Morton.
Then Teenan Jones begged me to accept the manager's job. I explained that the only way 1 could bring his place to fame was if he would turn the cabaret department over to me with no contradictions. Mr, Jones agreed and I accepted the job as manager.
The first thing was done was to fire all the waiters. Next 1 fired al the musicians and entertainers, including "Give-a-Damn" Jones, Teenan's brother, who was cashier at the bar. *Give-a-DannT got his name through an argument, when he stated that he would go to Paris just to buy a drink—which he did, because he didn't give a damn. I came near getting shot, when 1 fired him, because he was known to be a pistol man.
* Time 12, Appendix II.
f Lyrics reproduced by permission of the copyright owners, Melrose Music Corporation.