Guest Blog by Eric F. James: The Marienthals Launch a Shooting Star!

  • By David Marienthal and Tory Foster
  • 20 Apr, 2017
Chicago radio personality Two Ton Baker with the author Eric F. James and his sister Mary Lee, and the incomparable Duke Ellington

Am I the only one to receive a Marienthal brothers’ college scholarship? Or did I kill their scholarship program? 

Who knew that George & Oscar Marienthal established a scholarship fund for aspiring performers? Not George Marienthal’s son David. When I asked David, he knew nothing about it. I had to explain being the only known Marienthal scholar.

Fresh out of St. Ignatius College Prep in 1960 I held a college scholarship in theater to Loyola University. In Iggy’s halls, I often gazed upon Bob Newhart’s 1945 class photo. Fourteen years later, Bob was getting hot as a writer and nightclub comedian. I aspired to be just as hot as Bob, maybe hotter, even sooner.

Loyola U. was no incubator of theatrical talent. The university hid away its theater department in the old offices of a gym. The only standout in my acting class was JoAnn Henner, a classically beautiful, tall, busty ballerina. She left my unrequited heart longing and lusting. It was JoAnne’s sister, though, who had the flash and energy of a starburst. When Marylu Henner became a nationally recognized television star, Loyola took credit.

Mary Lu Henner

I was no standout like the Henner sisters. I leaned more to English literature; French, Latin, and Greek languages, with electives in Aristotelian logic and philosophy. How that would make me hotter and better than Bob Newhart, I had no idea. I was aiming high.

Talent in the Raw

On a January night in a freezing blizzard, I met Berenicki Robbins around midnight on the Michigan Avenue Bridge. Rejected by a wispy blond who I tricked into coming to the city and meeting me at the Illinois Central Station for a blind date, my next move was to jump into the Chicago River. Timing the approaching ice flows, I prepared to jump headfirst, be knocked out, and washed unconscious into hypothermia. I soon would disappear into the eternal graveyard of Lake Michigan. Cautiously climbing up on the railing, a furry force from nowhere suddenly knocked me down into a pile of slush.

“What do you think you’re doing,” the voice barked down to me.

“Ending it all,” I hopelessly grumbled. “I am an actor. I can do anything I want.”

“Get up and get off this bridge. Wait for me at the end.”

Good actor that I was, I followed direction precisely, sulking into the brilliant lights of the Wrigley Building. I waited. The form grew larger as it approached. It was a woman in a fur coat.

“Are you really an actor?” I nodded my head. “I’m dropping off some press releases at the Sun-Times for a show I’m producing. Come with me. I’ll introduce you.”

Being midnight, there was no one to meet in the office of Glenna Syse, the Times’ theater columnist. Nicki invited me for coffee on the catwalk of the Times’ presses. My life was about to take a turn.

Bob Newhart

Coffee turned into a Newhart-style psychiatric session. I dryly poured out the drama of my angst, growing up in Bridgeport, living in the dismal projects, and over-protected by a single mom. Logically, my ready solution was simple. I had to get out from under it all by becoming famous. Oh yes, I insisted, I also was Chicago’s greatest undiscovered actor.

Not laughing at me, Nicki Robbins schooled me in living a creative life.

“Look down there.” I looked down into the pit of the Sun-Times presses, grinding out the morning’s edition under a noisy din. “What do you see?”

“Just a bunch of men doing boring work,” I replied. “Nobody knows who they are.” I noted their black oil slick aprons, their funny newspaper hats, their hands and faces all ink stained and smudged. “They’re just workers. I have something special to offer. I’m an actor.”

“They are much more than workers,” Nicki corrected me. “Everything each worker does, and how well they do it, is meaningful. Each one of them connects with an audience. If those workers did not show up, day to day, and do what you call boring work, the people of Chicago would never know what’s going on in the world.” Nicki let that sink in.

“Are you free Monday night?” I nodded yes. “Come to this address downtown. Be prepared with a three-minute monologue. A professional director, and the best professional actors working in Chicago, will judge you. If you are as good as you think, you might get to join them.” My fortune seemed dreamy and unreal. “Go home.”

Into Stellar Orbit

Nicki was not kidding. On Monday night, I met Aviva Crane, a founder of Chicago’s prestigious Sarah Siddons Award for acting. Next through the door came June Travis. She was a Hollywood actress, studio groomed to become a star. June’s father was VP of the Chicago White Sox. If June was not beauty enough, in slinked Jean Peters, Chicago’s own Marilyn Monroe.

Chicago actress June Travis, aka June Travis Friedloeb

It turned out Nicki was a schoolteacher with a dream of schooling professional actors. Among others attending her Chicago Foundation for Theater Arts was a black teacher from brainy Hyde Park. He had a similar dream to teach professional acting to his disadvantaged high school students.

Leading them all was Nicki’s director, a Nero type to give my carefully prepared monlogue his thumbs up or thumbs down. Les Weinrot was a Chicago radio star. He sported a dapper moustache. No room was big enough to contain his flamboyant ego. His creative prowess also made him wealthy, as a powerhouse advertising exec at J. Walter Thompson.

Each actor performed as the night sped on. Weinrot fawned over every one of them, nurturing and cultivating each one as if they were his children. Weinrot ignored me. I was not one. I fidgeted, waiting my turn. “Ok, see everyone next week,” Weinrot suddenly announced. My heart fell. I must have shown it. Weinrot noticed.

“Wait everybody. Sit down.” Weinrot turned to me. “Kid, weren’t you supposed to do something?”

My three-minute monologue was shattered in a flash. Ten seconds in, Weinrot stopped me. “No. Do it this way.” I did. He stopped me again, “No. Do this instead.” A couple more tries and Weinrot cut me off altogether. “Ok, everyone, see you next week.”

Waiting in the cold for my bus on State and Randolph, I was despondent, feeling more deeply foolish than when Berenicki discovered me on the bridge. Weinrot exited the State-Lake building with Travis on his arm. In the middle of his exuberant strut and grand gestures, he spotted me. “Wait a minute,” he said to June. He approached and looked strangely at me, as if I was a shop window curiosity. “I don’t know what you’ve got, kid. You come back next week.”

I was the only teenager to attend Les Weinrot’s class of professional actors. Some nights I played Simon Bolivar. Other nights, I played love scenes with Aviva Crane and Jean Peters. Soon, Carl Stohn Jr. cast me in a play with Maureen O’Sullivan at the Drury Lane Theater. Within months, I got my Equity union card. I was performing in industrial shows and films with my SAG union card. I was a working professional actor, but still going to school.

Marienthals Launch My Scholarship

Nicki was aware my scholarship to Loyola was about to end. One night, she handed me an appointment card. “Go see these people.” She said not another word.

“These people” were Bella Itkin and John Reich of the Goodman Theater. I thought I was auditioning for a play. They kept asking me about my studies at Loyola. A week later, I got a call back. “You are accepted. You start in the next term. Here are your scholarship papers. Sign here.”

I immediately recognized the Marienthal brothers name as patrons of my scholarship to the School of the Art Institute. My single mom was a cocktail server at the Blue Note, a downtown jazz nightclub owned by Frank Holtzfiend. The Marienthals and Holtzfiend were giants and sporting competitors of the Chicago jazz scene. Behind their competition, they were friends, at least until the Marienthals hired away Sarah Vaughn. Holtzfiend could not match her better pay.

If Frank Holtzfiend put food on my table at home, the Marienthals placed serious opportunity in my path. Their support could launch me to stardom, as it did with Sarah Vaughn, Bob Newhart, or Shelly Berman.

Following my first studio test productions at Goodman, I performed on Goodman’s main stage in a blockbuster hit - Shakespeare’s King Lear, starring Morris Carnovsky. June Travis was cast as Lear’s daughter Goneril. Maurice Copeland, a regular performer on WGN, played the Earl of Gloucester. I played his son Edgar. If this production was good enough for Travis and Copeland, it was good enough for me.

Morris Carnovsky as King Lear

Carnovsky was a product of the Yiddish theater. His creation of Lear won accolades in New York. I informed Carnovsky I once acted with his associate in the Yiddish theater, Luther Adler. When Adler came to Chicago to film a TV episode of Route 66, Nicki Robbins made sure all of her students could grab a national TV credit and some needy professional pay. I never told Carnovsky I performed with Adler as “atmosphere,” the blithe term for a background extra.

June Travis as King Lear's Goneril with helmeted Eric F. James as Edgar

My best grades at Goodman were in costume design and set design, talents I never knew I had. In my other classes, I remained impatient, and uninspired. Although I earned respectable grades, I surely was a restless pain to some of my Goodman teachers.

Goodman soon gave me a starring role of my own. Edward Albee’s play Ballad of the Sad Café did not succeed on Broadway. Albee wanted to correct its shortcomings. He rewrote the play for Goodman’s production.

I was thrilled to play Marvin Macy. Even better, my very good friend Gretchen Oehler played opposite me as Miss Amelia. Gretchen had a Sarah Siddons Scholarship. She later went on to soap opera stardom on Another World. We were kindred orphans, we thought, insufficiently recognized for our unique talent. Neither of us could be pegged. No doubt, Albee felt the same about his play. Gretchen and I turned that around. Ballad of the Sad Café was a Goodman hit.

Minor roles in other Goodman productions offered me little sustenance. Sam Wanamaker arrived to play Othello. His backstage antics wooing his paramour Jan Sterling were more entertaining. Later in Los Angeles, Wannamaker’s brother became my doctor.

Fireworks erupted when the late Joe Slowick cast me as the son in Mother Courage, starring the Russian- born actress Eugenie Leontovich. The legendary Stanislavski taught acting to Leontovich. I studied under Leontovich. The opportunity was not one to miss. I learned little about Stanislavski acting under Leontovich, but I did learn how to battle the megalomania of “star power.”

Eugenie Leontovich as Mother Courage with helmeted Eric F. James

Leontovich and I bedeviled and be-damned one another. Ranting in her native Russian that no one could understand, she fired me from Mother Courage. Slowick kept me in the play in a lesser role. Offstage In acting class, Leontovich retaliated and gave me a “D.”

The next year, when I performed at Pheasant Run Theatre I invited Leontovich to come see my starring performance. As we drove out of the bright city on a dark country road towards St. Charles, Leontovich grew agitated. I was sure she suspected an evil, if not criminal reprisal. She relaxed when the brightly lit theatre finally appeared from the darkness. Dinner theater impresario Carl Stohn Jr. introduced Leontovich to a capacity house. The audience gave her a standing ovation. Leontovich was utterly stunned. I had introduced the Russian actress to the average person’s theater in America heartland, a theater that she never experienced anywhere before. For that one night, we were friends.

A Shooting Star

Did I kill the Marienthal brothers’ scholarship program? Maybe so.

I lasted only a year at Goodman. I told John Reich I would not return for the second year. I recommended someone else should receive the balance of my Marienthal brothers’ scholarship. A couple teachers tried to convince me to stay. I explained my dissatisfaction with the classes, but not the productions. While at Goodman, I was missing professional acting opportunities. I wanted to be free to go to work. I dropped out.

Like the press operators at the Sun-Times, I showed up to work in play after play. Fading stars became my guiding lights – Pat O’Brien, Howard Duff, Phyllis Kirk, Edgar Bergen, Virginia Graham, William Bendix, Johnny Desmond, Imogene Coca, Edward Everett Horton, Joan Bennett, Tab Hunter, Joan Crawford’s daughter Christina Crawford, Phyllis Diller’s husband Ward Donovan, Rudy Vallee, Linda Darnell, John Conte, Morey Amsterdam, Gary Conway, Don DeFore, and Theresa Wright to name a few.

Morey Amsterdam orchestrates a theatrical company around Eric F. James in the classic comedy "Room Service," including Aviva Crane (seated) and Chicago radio personalities on the far right, Art Hearn and Bernie Allen.

I proposed marriage to Delia Sheen, a niece of another television celebrity. Bishop Fulton J. Sheen of Peoria, Delia’s uncle who married us, often bested TV’s Milton Berle in the ratings. The William Morris Agency soon knocked on my door. Delia and I honeymooned in Broadway’s theater district. Soon after, we moved from Chicago to New York.

Tom Ewell, famous for the Seven Year Itch with Marilyn Monroe, thought I should play a young male lead in his Broadway road tour of Take Her, She’s Mine. I grabbed the role. Tom and I became lifelong friends. I was not so friendly with Hans Conried when we did a Broadway road tour of Generation. “Uncle Tounoose” brought along his friend from the I Love Lucy TV show, Jerry Hausner. Performing with Hans and Jerry felt like time traveling through vaudeville.

My picture then appeared on the front page of the New York Times, Sunday theater section. I replaced Kenneth Nelson in the starring role of Michael in The Boys in the Band. Stardom was within reach. I wondered what the Marienthals thought of my New York arrival following my Chicago departure.

After more than a year of touring Boys from New York through Las Vegas to Los Angeles, I badly needed a change. Delia and I moved to L. A. Guest shots followed on Columbo, Name of the Game, Ironsides, and Mission Impossible.

Producer-director Gloria Monty, responsible for the giant soap opera hit General Hospital, was set to cast Dean Martin’s son Dino in her new soap, Bright Promise. The Morris Agency slipped me in for a last minute audition late at night. Dino was out and I was in, soon to become Dana Andrews TV son. The show proved too old fashioned. All My Children, launched at the same time, was more hip. Sammy Davis was a regular viewer. NBC cancelled our Bing Crosby Production after a year. I was scorched and falling fast like a shooting star. Soon after, I retired my professional acting career of sixteen years. Delia and I began a family.

Did I let down the Marienthal brothers, Berenicki Robbins, or my Goodman teachers? I do not think so. Everything they taught me went to excellent use throughout my life. My subsequent starring roles, running international real estate brokerage companies, writing as a law journalist, and now as an historian, book author, and publisher reflects the opportunity they provided. I always have been mindful since to support arts education and to cultivate young talent.

Everything evens out. In retirement, I began to collect the documents of my history for our family archives. I wrote to the Art Institute for my Goodman transcripts. What came back surprised me.

Goodman never gave the balance of my Marienthal scholarship to another. Instead, Goodman gave me all “F”s for the scholarship classes I never attended. Ah, show biz and social justice.

I do not know of anyone else who received a Marienthal scholarship. I had rather the Marienthal brothers’ scholarship program survived my shooting star.

ERIC F. JAMES is the awarding-winning author of Jesse James Soul Liberty, Behind the Family Wall of Stigma & Silence. Volume I is the first of Eric’s five-volume history of the family of Frank & Jesse James. Volume II, This Bloody Ground, will be published in late 2017. Eric also publishes Stray Leaves, his family’s official website and blog.

By David Marienthal and Tory Foster 08 Dec, 2017

Happy Medium Ventures and Daryl Nitz Entertainment present:

Ella Live at Mister Kelly's: a benefit performance and preview for the documentary film, “Mister Kelly’s: Wasn’t It a Time?”

Monday, January 29, 2018  

City Winery Chicago  at 1200 W. Randolph Street, Chicago, IL 60607


For tickets go to Ella at Mister Kelly’s  


Ella Live at Mr. Kelly's


On August 10, 1958, Ella Fitzgerald recorded her “Live at Mister Kelly’s” LP. In 2007 the concert was remastered and re-released in its entirety, including the early and late sets.  This Ella centennial celebration concert presents the entire concert, without song duplication, of both sets.  Featuring such songs as "Nice Work If You Can Get It," "The Lady Is a Tramp," "Summertime," "Witchcraft," "Come Rain or Come Shine," "Stardust," and many more from the classic American songbook of Gershwin, Rodgers & Hart, Porter, and others. Featuring Sophie Grimm, Lynne Jordan, Frieda Lee, Liz Mandeville, LaShera Moore, Daryl Nitz, Alina Taber, and Ellen Winters. Musical direction by Andrew Blendermann, with Joe Policastro on bass, Phil Gratteau on drums.

Mister Kelly’s: Wasn’t It a Time

Mister Kelly’s Once called a “supernova in the local and national night life firmament,” the legendary Mister Kelly’s illuminated legendary Chicago’s Rush Street, and the entire country, by launching talent like Barbra Streisand, Woody Allen, Bette Midler, Herbie Hancock, and Richard Pryor. It’s visionary owners George and Oscar Marienthal smashed color and gender barriers to put fresh, irreverent voices on stage and transform entertainment, as America knew it in the 50s, 60s, and ’70s.

Now, with the club long gone, and its star talent reaching its golden years, George’s son David, goes on a quest to collect the memories of the clubs before they are lost. Celebrity interviews now include Bob Newhart, the Smothers Brothers, Dick Gregory, Lainie Kazan, Dick Cavett, Shecky Greene and Ramsey Lewis. Interviews with dozens of local musicians, staff, family, and patrons provide a delightful balance with engaging stories, rich with vintage detail. Discussions are underway to interview Woody Allen, Lilly Tomlin, Bette Midler, Barbara Streisand, Steve Martin and others.

The film will portray through interviews, live footage, photos, music, and song, the most beloved and famous talent of our time at the decisive moments when they showed up, dug deep, and broke in. How do you change the world with a laugh and a song? Find out in a film that documents the rise and fall of one of American entertainment's great proving grounds.  


Check out the hot sizzle reel and read Rick Kogan’s story in the Chicago Tribune and the links below for more about this exciting new film.

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Happy Medium Ventures is the leading curator and steward of legendary Chicago nightlife venues, London House, Mister Kelly’s, the Happy Medium, and the Rush Street scene, from 1946-1970’s; the epicenter of Chicago’s entertainment scene. Today, Happy Medium Ventures is reviving this bygone era for a new generation of fans through an unprecedented collection of photos, recordings, press clipping. First-person interviews include key players in the Rush Street scene — from celebrity performers at London House, Mister Kelly’s and other Rush Street venues, to the employees behind the scenes, patrons of the nightspots, family and friends. Happy Medium Ventures aims to capture the fun and excitement through a documentary film, a new TV series, vibrant social media and other original content about this captivating chapter of Chicago history.


Daryl Nitz Entertainment is an event-concert production company specializing in shows that celebrate cultural anniversaries and historical recreations.  Operating since 2004, with such show as “Judy at Carnegie,” “Voices of Chicago,” “Ladies Sing the Blues: a centennial birthday concert for Billie Holiday,” “It Was a Very Good Year: a centennial birthday concert for Frank Sinatra,” “Above Us Only Sky: John Lennon at 75,” “That’s Amore: a Dean Martin centennial celebration” and many more.


By David Marienthal and Tory Foster 05 Dec, 2017

Guest Blogger Adam Carston brings us another story of greatness foretold!

By the early 1970s, Steve Martin was a young comedian and writer who had amassed a respectable resume in television. Martin was a writer for The Smothers Brothers Comedy Hour and appeared on talk shows hosted by luminaries, like Steve Allen, Merv Griffin, and Mike Douglas, but he was still unsatisfied. Working as a writer was no longer enough for Martin. He wanted to dedicate himself fulltime to his true passion, stand up comedy.

Steve Martin gave himself an ultimatum in his late twenties: either make it as a stand up by the age of thirty or find a new line or work. Martin did not take this challenge lightly and embarked on a herculean touring schedule that would make or break him. The comedian played virtually every small club and college he could, in an attempt to hone his comedy skills. “For the next few years, I was on the road with an itinerary designed by the Marquis de Sade,” Martin recalls in his memoir, Born Standing Up.

The road would become his proving ground, for better or worse. While on this grueling tour schedule, Steve Martin found himself on Chicago’s Rush Street, playing the legendary club, Mister Kelly’s.   Beginning in mid-August of 1971, Martin played a two-week engagement at the club as an opener for the singer Oliver. Today, Oliver is best remembered for his 1969 cover of “Good Morning Starshine,” from the musical Hair.


While on this grueling tour schedule, Steve Martin found himself on Chicago’s Rush Street, playing the legendary club, Mister Kelly’s.   Beginning in mid-August of 1971, Martin played a two-week engagement at the club as an opener for the singer Oliver. Today, Oliver is best remembered for his 1969 cover of “Good Morning Starshine,” from the musical Hair



By David Marienthal and Tory Foster 15 Sep, 2017


The Mister Kelly’s team is overwhelmed by the incredibly talented and generous people that we have met, while creating our archive of the Marienthal Brother’s legendary nightlife empire. From colorful Rush St. regulars to famous performers, and everyone in-between, it has been a thrill. One of the most exciting encounters has been working with the renowned photographer, Art Shay. At the age of 95, Art is truly a legend in his own time.

            Shay began his career as a writer and journalist, but after showing a great eye for capturing images, soon transitioned into a career as a photographer. Based out of Chicago, he became one the nation premier photographers, working for major publications such as Life, Time, and Sport Illustrated. Art Shay photographed everything, from historic moments (1968 Democratic Convention) and iconic personalities (Muhammad Ali, The Rat Pack, President Kennedy), to street photography that captured the everyday life of average Americans. In the process he became one of the most celebrated artists of his medium and a Chicago legend.

            In light of this, we were honored when Mr. Shay was kind enough to donate one of his brilliant works to our project recently. The print is a wonderful slice of Chicago’s Rush Street from the 1960s. The photo was taken outside of The Happy Medium and features actor Tom Williams dressed as a child, holding a toy boat.

            Why is a grown man dressed as a child? Why a toy boat? Well, this can be explained. Tom Williams was part of was a comic review, produced by the Marienthal Brothers, called Put it In Writing . In the political satire, Williams plays America’s youngest president (an obvious nod to the newly elected JFK), who still has some childlike features. Put it in Writing would become the biggest play to originate at The Happy Medium and, after a long run in Chicago, it eventually made its way to New York for an off-Broadway production.

            We are humbled to receive this generous gift from such a preeminent artist. The photo is a brilliant image of mid-century Chicago history, from one of the men who documented it best. The photo will be cherished and used in our mission to record this unique piece of Chicago and American history. We wish to give a heartfelt thank you to our friend Art Shay, who contributed this beautiful photo to the Mister Kelly’s archive.

By David Marienthal and Tory Foster 19 Aug, 2017

Guest Blogger Sam Fazio is a popular Chicago vocalist. He  writes about Chicago’s own Mel Tormé, who appeared at Mister Kelly’s many times over the years.

A Kid from the South Side

Born Melvin Howard Tormé in 1925 on the south side to Jewish Russian immigrants, he started singing at a very young age of four with the Coon-Sanders Orchestra, performing at Chicago's Blackhawk restaurant. He continued his early career on radio series, playing drums and writing songs—all before high school graduation.


By David Marienthal and Tory Foster 25 May, 2017

Mister Kelly's is excited to welcome our newest young guest-blogger, Historian Adam Carston: Simply put, there is American comedy before Richard Pryor, and American comedy after Richard Pryor. With his combination of fearless honesty, provocative language, streetwise cool, and political savvy, he separated himself from other stand-ups. In the process, he also inspired a generation of comedians and cut a new path for them to travel. But Pryor’s famous, challenging persona was not born overnight.  It took years of hard work and experience, and a good measure of pain and go-to-hell abandon to fully define it. While there are multiple chapters in Richard Pryor’s emergence as a cultural icon, some key moments that would help shape his career, worldview and revolutionary comedic style took place at none other than Chicago’s entertainment hot spot on the forefront of political change: Mister Kelly’s.


By David Marienthal and Tory Foster 15 May, 2017

Chicago Heights, South Side. It’s the fourth time comedians Tim Reid and Tom Dreesen have gone on stage as a duo. How does it go? Well, they realize this isn’t going to be easy when a guy from the audience puts a lit cigarette out on Tim’s face after the show, then tries to beat the hell out of Tom, who’d boxed while he was in the service— but the guy outweighs him by 100 lbs. Later, at the University of Illinois in the winter, another member of the audience goes outside and packs and ice-ball, comes back in, throws it on stage, hitting Tom in the face.    

By David Marienthal and Tory Foster 04 May, 2017

It’s Sunday, August 10, 1958, and hot as blazes in Chicago, with temperatures reaching triple digits. The streets are scorching, but people are still turning out in the latest suits, dresses, and their Sunday finest.

Inside Kelly’s, patrons to cool off while eating the best steaks in town and sipping the finest wines. What makes today especially magical is that the featured act is being recorded live, and those in attendance will be part of something historic— a special moment of glamor in the club. Only a handful of select artists get to record here, and this one is a beloved household name: Ella Fitzgerald. And today’s audience is about to watch her claim another little piece of immortality.



The opening act, Marty Rubenstein, has finished his set, and Ella and company are setting up. There’s Lou Levy on piano, Max Bennett on double bass, and Gus Johnson on drums. After a huge round of applause, they begin with her recent hit, “Your Red Wagon.”

Her voice is soulful and exquisite as she transitions into the much slower George and Ira Gershwin tune, “Nice Work If You Can Get It.” She’s off to a great start, as she hits every note harmoniously, with ease.

From there it’s the pretty jazz standard, “I’m Glad There Is You,” showing off her softer side. There’s a deafening hush over the audience and they sit in a trance-like state during this ballad; each listener hearing the runs in her melodies. “Thank you very much, music lovers,” she says, as the audience applauds.

Shortly thereafter, we start to hear the whimsical side of Ella’s personality. Becoming livelier, she laughs playfully while singing Duke Ellington’s “Perdido.” It is during this song that her trademark scat comes through in great harmony, to the tune of “Yankee Doodle Went to Town.”

Her rendition of “Summertime,” the aria from Porgy and Bess, is one of the best tracks on this recording. At times her voice is high and raspy, then breaks into a slew of low runs. She ad-libs the lyrics, most likely to the delight of George and Oscar. “…But you don’t mind it because it’s summertime and the livin’s easy. So you say, ‘let’s go down and dig the real cool sounds at Mister Kelly’s. You come in Mister Kelly’s and you taste awhile. Yes, daddy, you drink awhile. And you drink. What do you get? The check.” The crowd roars at her ability to crack jokes. Her jovial ribbing receives raucous reactions on more than one occasion.  

From there, she sings the popular Frank Sinatra tune, “In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning.” She comments that it’s too early to play this, but she doesn’t mind. Neither does the audience. They would sit through anything just to hear that soft and quaint voice, getting lost in their fondest memories while listening to her. Her final run is all ad-libbed and impromptu. She jokingly asks the band if they’re in the right key, pays homage to Dinah Washington, and asks whether the audience knows what she’s singing, all in perfect beat and rhythm.  

She finishes this set with the jazz standard, “How High the Moon,” an audience request she happily scats to.


Ella would do several recordings of “How High the Moon,” making it one of her signature tunes. Her greatest performance at Kelly’s was photographed for the cover of LIFE Magazine, and she was inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame in 2002.

The Kelly’s recording includes Ella speaking from the heart, expressing her deep admiration for all those involved at Mister Kelly’s.  She also said that the audiences here were the quietest and most appreciative she’d had the pleasure to perform for in a very long time. “And for Oscar [Marienthal], I want to say you’ve been one of the nicest bosses to work with, and it’s been a pleasure. And all the help who pushed me along in my show time… I’m gonna miss everybody. This has been like a real big happy family.”

At Kelly’s the Marienthal brothers always made sure to always treat their performers like family, and in this instance, we have proof that the feeling was mutual.  

Ella’s final set was much smaller than the earlier one, but just as good. She swooned, scatted, and ad-libbed in “Exactly Like You,” “Come Rain or Come Shine,” “Stardust,” “’S Wonderful,” “You Don’t Know What Love Is,” and “Perdido” once again.

She performed three Frank Sinatra hits: “Witchcraft,” “In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning,” and “My Funny Valentine,” before transitioning into her final song, “Anything Goes.”

She received a long, standing ovation from all in attendance as she said her final goodbyes, and parting from stage.


Ella has just recently recorded “Your Red Wagon” as a single and at Kelly’s she did the debut recordings of “Witchcraft,” “In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning,” and “Across the Alley from the Alamo.”

By the late 1950s, she was recording many live albums. Verve label head Norman Granz was involved in all of these, but the show at Kelly’s was different than the rest. With a smaller room capacity, she was able to have a more intimate connection with the audience, and the feeling of closeness made the recording more raw and real. At times the audience can be heard clinking their utensils on their plates, and in between songs, small talk and chatter were picked up, perfectly snapshotting the moment as it took place.

This would not be the last time she graced the Kelly’s stage. She would return early the next year, as documented in the Happy Medium Ventures archives, where there is a telegram sent to her from her dear friend, Duke Ellington. It reads: “Everybody loved you, but nobody loved you as much as I did because I had the best seat.” What a great piece of ephemera capturing Duke’s adoration for the First Lady of Song. We know how he feels!

Ella Fitzgerald is one of the top entertainers responsible for bringing America’s jazz heritage to the broader public. She won a total of fourteen Grammy Awards, and received the Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award in 1967. Her other awards and honors include the National Medal of Arts, the Presidential Medal of Freedom, and tributes in the form of music festivals and theater namesakes. She stood high on that pedestal for 60 years before tragically succumbing to diabetes at 79. Since then, she has been honored by all the greats from today and yesterday, and continues to influence new generations of artists stepping into the spotlight.

If you are familiar with my guest blog posts (check them out here,  here and here !) you know I’ve been writing a lot about the most iconic jazz entertainers who graced the stage of Mister Kelly’s and the London House in Chicago. There’s nothing as fascinating to me as an intimate looks at a great performance; these instances of sheer bliss that stand out as some of the finest hours in the careers of the visionary entertainment entrepreneurs George and Oscar Marienthal. April 25, 2017 marks the 100th anniversary of Ella’s birth, and I can’t think of a better way to celebrate her talents than to listen to her music.

Perhaps you own a copy of that famous Kelly’s recording, re-released in 2007 to coincide with the 90th anniversary of her birth. If that’s the case, then you should dust off that CD cover and pop it into your player; relive that moment when Mister Kelly’s was the most happening place in the country, and when patrons lined up to witness one of the greatest jazz artists sing her wonderful songs in their backyard. Press play as we remember another timeless moment.

If you were there, and have fond memories of Ella’s performance, feel free to share. Let’s all take the time to honor the First Lady of Song the best way we know how.

By David Marienthal and Tory Foster 20 Apr, 2017

Am I the only one to receive a Marienthal brothers’ college scholarship? Or did I kill their scholarship program? 

Who knew that George & Oscar Marienthal established a scholarship fund for aspiring performers? Not George Marienthal’s son David. When I asked David, he knew nothing about it. I had to explain being the only known Marienthal scholar.

Fresh out of St. Ignatius College Prep in 1960 I held a college scholarship in theater to Loyola University. In Iggy’s halls, I often gazed upon Bob Newhart’s 1945 class photo. Fourteen years later, Bob was getting hot as a writer and nightclub comedian. I aspired to be just as hot as Bob, maybe hotter, even sooner.

Loyola U. was no incubator of theatrical talent. The university hid away its theater department in the old offices of a gym. The only standout in my acting class was JoAnn Henner, a classically beautiful, tall, busty ballerina. She left my unrequited heart longing and lusting. It was JoAnne’s sister, though, who had the flash and energy of a starburst. When Marylu Henner became a nationally recognized television star, Loyola took credit.

By David Marienthal and Tory Foster 13 Apr, 2017

We're so excited that young people are becoming fans of Mister Kelly's and London House Jazz nostalgia! Loyola College student Nathan Ellstrand sent us this "1963 Critic's Review"!


“Make a date with a steak tonight” is how the London House bills their restaurant and jazz club in the Loop. My wife and I emerged from the Grand “L” station to find out whether it's as good a date as they claim. After walking several blocks from the station, we turned onto Michigan Avenue and finally made it to London House, hard to miss from the outside as it looms over the Chicago River. 

The Music

We walk in off the cold street and immediately my senses are hit from multiple angles – music and the savory smell of meat cooking – what more could you want! This place put itself on the map by serving up Jazz along with the steak seven nights a week, and I hear the sounds of the Herbie Mann Sextet on the stage getting louder and louder as we  make our way farther into the venue. The piercing sounds of Mann’s flute accompanied by drums transport us to far corners of the world, wake us up and fill us with excitement and poignant emotion all at the same time. I read in our sister paper, the Chicago Daily Defender , that Mann incorporated African rhythms into his music, and I think I can hear them tonight. We're not actually here to write about the music though, despite the immense popularity of the venue for such entertainment. I'm a food man, and I made this trek for the steak.

The Experience

In the main room of the supper club, the maître d’ locates our reservation and takes us to our table. The entertainment area and dining room share the same space so Mr. Mann’s music will accompany our meal.  The room, now slowly filling up with patrons, is dark with warm wood walls, and just enough light where we knew that we could dine at ease and enjoy our meal. Our waitress is very kind, knows our names, and provided us with a menu filled with many options. Too many…which steaks would we order?

The Food  

We start with a salad with the Green Goddess dressing of course. A plate of crispy, tangy, creamy delight the snaps our taste buds to attention in anticipation of the main event. Our waitress convinces me to choose the house favorite – the London House Sirloin. My wife goes for the “Steak by George” which, I would imagine, is named as a nod to  the co-owner of this establishment, George Marienthal. I ask for medium rare and it comes out cooked to perfection. As I cut into it, the meat slides off of my knife like Moses parting the Red Sea. It's tender and juicy, maybe a little too salty, but I have a feeling that's part of this experience--almost too much flavor to handle, enticing  you wash it down with another glass of wine. Why not? My wife’s steak is prepared in an unusual way compared to other plates we had before in the Loop, yet it was still delectable: sirloin topped with melted Roquefort cheese, and you could tell it went straight from the kitchen to our table, as the cheese is still bubbling when it arrives. My wife loves the contrast between the pungent, funky kick of the cheese and the  familiar, savory consistency of the beef. Even as I dig into my own I make a note to  order the Steak by George myself next time. Perhaps it is the owner's favorite as well?

Meeting "The Mayor Of Rush Street"

Speaking of George, right as the Candy Crunch Cake we ordered arrives, George Marienthal himself arrived at our table to see how we enjoyed the meal and the show. What luck! The Marienthal brothers, George and Oscar, who opened this place as the first in their restaurant empire in the 1950's, are an institution here in the Windy City. They own the London House, the  Brief Encounter coffee shop, and two other night clubs – Mister Kelly’s and the Happy Medium. I give George a little preview of my review based on the steak I ordered and reassure him that we were enjoying our meal overall. He's  very confident and amiable, and generously offers to foot the bill for my steak. Now, that’s service. After he leaves, we dig into the crunch cake with a vengeance, and oh, it is true to its name: a rich and fun taste sensation similar to the Steak by George. You break into the outer shell of the cake and inside you find  a moist, airy piece of pastry.

      As we leave this hub of warmth and delight and re-emerge  into the summer night air of Michigan Avenue, we are bask in the full and satiated feeling of being completely spoiled. Anais Nin said that "we write to taste life twice," and  these may be the flavors of the century.  Will we be back? You betcha--we're already planning our next “date with a steak.”

By David Marienthal and Tory Foster 28 Mar, 2017

It all starts because Jim Conkling, the President of Warner Brothers, won’t do Rock music—just stuff like Joanie Sommers and the Everly Brothers— and the record label is not doing well. So Conkling comes to town and stops in to see Dan Sorkin, who was one of the top DJ’s in the country, at WCFL in Chicago. Comedy albums are just taking off and Dan says he knows someone who’s really funny— who’d been sending him little sketch-recordings to play on the radio—maybe he could help.


So Dan calls you, the funny guy. He says he knows a studio that wants to record you at your next nightclub gig. You tell him that’s going to be a problem because you’re an accountant who’s never played a nightclub in your life.

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