Before sipping any, he unlatched a luggage case, extracted a trumpet, poured about half the beer into it and sloshed it around. Some spilled on his clothes, the floor and the bar.
Lou, the bartender, frowned but said nothing. Almost anything goes in this place.
But then the fellow belted out a few notes on the horn, causing other customers to shudder, and Lou said, "no, no, no, no," pointing out the place had no floor show or dance license.
The fellow desisted only to the point of pouring about an inch of brew instead of half into the trumpet from his second, third and fourth glasses of beer before testing it for sound.
Enchanted by this charade, Mike Molony asked why he was pouring good beer in the trumpet.
The young man fixed him with a glassy stare and, instead of answering the question, said stiffly, "In France, they do it with champagne."
Then he lifted the trumpet into position and with a dramatic flourish blasted a moist fanfare, packed up and departed into the night.
PERHAPS it's the Van Gogh influence. Anyway, artist Claire Vadnay recently got the urge to paint some sunflowers. She called several flower shops and nurseries but they didn't have them.
One nurseryman said the only thing to do was plant some seeds and grow her own. He pointed out they grow very fast. This she did and painted her picture, rather elated about this new communion with nature.
If anyone else gets the impulse, there's a large patch of them on Sepulveda Boulevard a short distance north of Ventura Boulevard.
A HUSKY young man wearing a Nazi officer's uniform with swastikas and decorations came into a highway restaurant in Malibu the other morning accompanied by four other youths who kept up a noisy, laughing repartee with him about the costume.
People in the restaurant looked at him but no one inquired if he had a part in a movie or was wearing the uniform as a gag.
A woman of French origin who saw the Nazis at their worst got up quietly and left, unable to finish her breakfast coffee
"I know," she says, "it was 12 years ago and we should forget, but I can't."
VACATION NOTES Jack Jarvis, Seattle columnist, drove his MG to Victoria, B.C., where it attracted considerable attention. An Englishwoman asked, "Is that one of those funny little foreign cars?" "Yes, ma'am," said Jack, "made in England." "Oh," she said....
I didn't see it while I was up north last week but Bill Vernon of the Stenotype Co. here photographed a highway sign between Quincy and Portola stating, "Deer, Keep Off Highway Motorists Are Passing." Yep, the deer up there apparently can read.
MISCELLANY -- Harper's magazine has come up with the word "unnice." Some people just can't bring themselves to say "lousy"...When Bill Hazen passed the place the first letter of a neon sign on Olympic Boulevard west of Figueroa was blacked out and stated "HOTOGRAPHY." A salute, no doubt, to the Inconsequential trial... Mike Kaplan of Variety, who will conduct a UCLA extension course this month in Contemporary Reviewing in the Theater Arts, and Hal Levy, who will give his course in Popular Lyric Writing for the sixth year there, got together the other day for a chat. Conclusion, mutually arrived at: Maybe they should put their two courses together and teach people how to become Al Jarvis...
The Let's Have Better Mottoes Association selection for September is "Think Big"--printed on a card in type so small a magnifying glass is required to read it... Leon Lukaszewski has a suggestion for the gray-haired gent who is driven to a 7th Street office building daily in a chauffeured convertible and has to push the front seat down to squeeze out the door: Come down the ladder one more run and ride in front with the chauffeur.