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Show THEY ARE JAZZ MAD IN LONDON clubs or dance halls is any form of iu-toxicating iu-toxicating liquor sold openly. Ostensi. bly one does it on pink lemonade and cider cup unless one has a large hip pocket or knows the proprietor. Every place in London which dispenses dis-penses jazz music and French pastry during the wee sma' hours is a "club." In most of them membership consists merely of filling in a form at the door. Many, however, are sure enough clubs, where only members and their guests may dance. Of the former class, Hector's, Hec-tor's, on Tottenham court road, is unquestionably un-questionably the most popular. Needi less to say, it has an American orchestra orches-tra ; all the dance clubs have bands that are either American or good imitations imi-tations of American musicians. Rector's draws the theatrical crowd, folks from behind the footlights as well as those who have been to a "show" and are out to make a night of it. It charges $5 n- ticket, or $7.50 for a couple, which includes a light, very light, "buffet supper." London is azz mad; they are learning learn-ing to dance over here, and when an Englishman dances he likes to get plenty of exercise. Woe to the slow , or tender of foot when the band strikes up a fast one-stop. j The shortage of eligible young men has, of course, put a seppre crimp in the dancing aspirat'ins of many English Eng-lish girls. This hai led to the "paid J escort." usually n amiable youth with j enchanted feet and suave ballroom manners and a rented dress suit. j Night Club Fever Sets in as Gay Life Is Resumed. Re-sumed. ENGLISH LEARN TO DANCE Shortage of Eligible Young Men Puts Crimp in Dancing Aspirations of Many English Girls Resort to "Paid Escort." London. "Making a night of it" became be-came almost a lost art in England during the late war. The owl and the Iiriton were scarcely on speaking terms. Tn the first place, It wasn't patriotic to "stay out at night." Then there was the absence of lights, the shortage of taxis, the ban on dancing and the Oothas. So nights were spent in bed, and the only time a Londoner saw the sun rise was when he got up early to work In his allotment. London, once the gayest of cities, became a silent tomb of somber grays and deep shadows after nine o'clock at night. I can remember when it was actually a penal offense to strike a match in the street. ' But those who only saw it in wartime wouldn't know the old place now I The grays are purples now and the lights are bright nnd red. nnd in .Piccadilly .Pic-cadilly Circus they have four electric signs that flash on and off. London has acquired the night clur fever. From lip. m. to 3 a. m. hss become the recognized space of time for worshiping at the shrine of Terpsichore. Terp-sichore. How the Night Is Spent. "Are you dancing tonight?" no longer long-er means are you going to spend the hours between dinner time and midnight mid-night at n hall or club. It means are you going 'to Koctor's. to the Grafton galleries or to P.rett's. picking up your p:irty somewhere about midnight and never thinking of going home until the milkman's horse has got his second winil and the pink finish of a London dawn colors the cold night m!N. Then, and not till then, does one turn homeward in a private car. if one ha one, or a taxi, if one can get one. with perhaps a brief hjilt at tho nearest near-est coffee stall for a cup of muddy fluid which tastes like nectar at that hour, but which, taken six hours later, would spoil one's whole day. P,ut sueh Is night life in a big city! The night clubs of London are ;i peace product. They ranee from the ultra-exclusive ones of Pond srre-; to . the frankly democratic and even rrore so ones of Leicester square nnd CI -aril Cross road- -clubs to suit the ta-te and deplete le pocketbook of eve y one. London has Its closing hour. nr,ri that Is ten o'clock. At none of the |