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Rendering of proposed buildings to replace the Garden of Allah, June 16, 1930
Rendering of proposed buildings to replace the Garden of Allah, June 16, 1930

Central Holding

The stock market crashed in late October 1929, wiping out millions of dollars in investments and setting the stage for the Great Depression. The effects of the economic downturn were pervasive but not universal. Within weeks of the crash, William Hay sold the Garden of Alla to the Central Holding Corporation, a syndicate of Los Angeles capitalists.

In 1930 Central Holding made improvements to the property. They built new villas, bringing the total to 38 and upfitted each one with kitchenettes and dinettes. The company also announced a massive rebuilding plan for the hotel. They would replace the main house and villas with a luxury hotel complex – a 300-room high-rise, a low-rise retail and residential building with rooftop restaurants and cafes and a theatre equipped for both screenings and live performances. The reopening was timed to the start of the Los Angeles Olympic Games in 1932.

In August the company announced it had redecorated the interiors of the villas. It was silent about rest of the plan, however. Other than the improvements to the villas and possibly some excavation in the parking lot, none of it was built. The hotel would remain configured more or less as it was until it was demolished.

The most significant, lasting change Central Holding made that year was a slight rebranding. Soon new signs appeared bearing the new name in a vaguely Arabic-looking font: The Garden of Allah and the Garden of Allah Villas. They added the “h” to Alla.

Gone West and Childish

Al Hirschfield sketch of members to the Algonquin Round Table
Members to the Algonquin Round Table: Clockwise from left at table in foreground: Dorothy Parker, Robert Benchley, Alexander Woollcott, Heywood Broun, Marc Connelly, Franklin P. Adams, Edna Ferber, George S. Kaufman and Robert Sherwood. In back, left to right: Lynn Fontanne and Alfred Lunt, Vanity Fair editor Frank Crowninshield, and Frank Case. Behind the bar: the Algonquins’ designated waiter, Luigi. (Al Hirschfield)

“The Garden of Allah was the Algonquin Round Table gone west and childish.”
– Sheilah Graham

The Algonquins were an exclusive group of about a dozen of the nation’s best-known columnists, critics, editors and other media figures who dined together every day at a round table in Manhattan’s Algonquin Hotel. The one-liners, puns and witticisms they traded over lunch would often appear in each other’s columns the next day. Outsiders called their group the Algonquin Round Table but they referred to themselves as the Vicious Circle. Founded in 1919, the Round Table reached its peak of influence in 1925, and then in just four years it disbands. Roughly half of them would soon decamp to the West Coast where they would take up residence at the Garden of Allah.

Robert Benchley
Robert Benchley
Robert Benchley was an Algonquin mainstay who was among the first to move to Hollywood, arriving in the late 1920s to write intertitles for Paramount. He’d gotten his start at Vanity Fair magazine and later became one of the first writers at The New Yorker. He moved to the Garden of Allah sometime after 1930.

The self-appointed master of ceremonies for the riotous goings-on at the hotel, few people are as closely associated with the Garden in its golden era as he.

Benchley was born in Worcester, Massachusetts, on September 15, 1899. His family was prominent – he was descended from a lieutenant governor of Massachusetts – but not wealthy. A family friend took an interest in him and paid for his tuition at Exeter and then Harvard, where he served as editor of “the Harvard Lampoon.” He graduated in 1910. Two years later, he married a local girl, Gertrude Darling. They had two sons. During his years at the Garden, he led a dual life, spending half his time in Hollywood and the other in the east with his family.

Dorothy Parker
Dorothy Parker
]Another writer closely associated with the Garden was Dorothy Parker. Remembered today for her droll humor and mordant poems and essays, she was born Dorothy Rothschild (although not closely related to the wealthy Rothschilds in Europe) in 1893. She was the product of what then was considered a mixed marriage. Her father, Jacob Henry Rothschild, was Jewish; her mother, Eliza Annie Marston, was not. They lived comfortably in a townhouse on Manhattan’s Westside, but her mother died when Dorothy was five, and her father died when she was 19. Five years later she married Edward Pond Parker II – she said she was attracted to “his nice, clean surname.” The marriage ended in 1928.

Robert Sherwood
Robert Sherwood
Dorothy Parker met Robert Benchley in 1919 when he was hired to work with her at the first iteration of “Vanity Fair” magazine. They shared an office Dorothy described as “so tiny that an inch smaller and it would have been adultery.” Even so, they soon had a new office mate, Robert Sherwood, a budding playwright who would go on to win four Pulitzer Prizes.

Later that year, the three office mates were on hand for what would prove to be the founding of the Algonquin Round Table. The first gathering was a luncheon at Manhattan’s Algonquin Hotel for New York Times theatre critic Aleck Wollcott who had recently returned from World War I service in Europe. Known for this stinging wit, Aleck was beloved by his colleagues, especially Dorothy Parker.

Among the columnists, critics, editors and actors there that day were 35 or so men and women who were destined for fame in New York and Hollywood. The format was similar to a celebrity roast, with Aleck Woollcott in the hot seat. Obviously everyone had a great time. At some point toward the end of the luncheon, someone floated an idea: “Why don’t we do this every day?” And so they did. Soon they were meeting at the Algonquin on a daily basis.

The one-liners, puns and witticisms they traded over lunch would often appear in each other’s columns the next day. As the number of regulars grew, seating everyone at a rectangular table became unwieldy and an actual round table was brought in. They eventually found that they hated to part after lunch and began spending time together in the evenings and on weekends.

In The Vicious Circle by Margaret Case, the daughter of hotel manager Frank Case, wrote, “The Algonquin Round Table came to the Algonquin Hotel the way lightning strikes a tree, by accident and mutual attraction.” The group was never officially organized–there were no officers, no rules, no membership dues.

Their association with the Round Table benefited the careers of nearly all the members. Most were writers or editors in New York, and so not well-known public figures. The only Alqonquin who achieved a modicum of fame was Robert Benchley, who became an actor in movies.

In the spring of 1922 the Round Tablers produced a one-night theatrical review called, “No Siree.” Benchley’s bit was an improvised monologue called “The Treasurer’s Report.” He played the assistant treasurer of a club who’s forced to deliver the annual financial report because the actual treasure is out sick. Based on this single performance Benchley was hired to perform “the Treasurer’s Report” in “The Music Box Review,” produced by Irving Berlin and Sam Harris.

In 1925 Benchley was hired to write intertitles for Paramount. Three years later for William Fox Studios, a precursor to 20th Century-Fox, he appeared in the filmed version of “The Treasurer’s Report.” With a runtime of ten minutes, it was the longest-running film produced with synchronized sound recording to that date. Benchley followed it with “The Sex Life of the Polyp.” The shorts played as interstitials along with other short subjects before the feature film played. It was extremely well received, and more screenwriting assignments followed.

It was in the early thirties that Benchley moved into the Garden of Allah. He quickly made it his home away from home and from his wife and sons. Over time he established a pattern: He’d move to Hollywood every spring and return to New York in September to cover the theatre season as The New Yorker’s drama critic.

The Round Table unofficially disbanded ten years after its unofficial beginning. The members were entering their thirties and forties and beginning new phases in their lives and their careers. There was no final luncheon. They simply stopped meeting. Many of them remained friends and colleagues– and a great many, perhaps as many as a dozen, would make their way to Hollywood and the Garden of Allah. Led by Benchley, the raucous, hard-drinking former Algonquins would set the pace for the social scene at the Garden for more than a decade.

Charles Butterworth

Charles Butterworth
Charles Butterworth
Charles Butterworth was a popular film comedian who had a doleful face and deadpan delivery. He and Robert Benchley became fast friends at the Garden of Allah. They were constantly together and spent much of the time socializing over cocktails. Charlie was the son of a physician from South Bend, Indiana. He had a law degree from Notre Dame. Instead of practicing law, however Butterworth found work on a newspaper instead. In 1924 he tried his luck on the vaudeville stage. He was cast in a show in New York, and after a stint there on the stage landed his first role in a movie 1929. He moved to Hollywood the next year.

Benchley and Butterworth were known as much for their antics as they were for their drinking. The writer Amy Porter, a frequent guest at the Garden, wrote about one for Collier’s Magazine in 1947. In the article she wrote that at one point the Garden’s bar became a hangout for a group of gay men. Homosexuality was illegal then, and the LAPD often raided the bars gay men and women frequented. As she put it in the article, “certain undesirables started gathering in the Garden bar every afternoon about five.” In an effort to discourage them congregating in the bar, management issued a new policy.

“A Pinkerton detective was stationed at the door to enforce the rule,” Porter wrote “and well-remembered is the day when Benchley and Butterworth, returning from a trip and all ignorant of the reform movement, were halted on the way to a drink. The B and B team went on at some length about their constitutional rights, and indeed their moral rights, for why should they be forced to go out and pick up some lady, and the detective, being out talked, said, “Well, if someone would vouch for them…”

“Just then,” Porter writes, “one of the very group the rule was made for came in, saw their dilemma, and with a graceful wave of the hand intervened, “Oh, officer, you can let them in. They’re all right.” They were saved by one of the gay men the bar management wanted to ban.

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