My wife’s elderly grandmother often tells the same stories. Fortunately, most of the stories are fascinating glimpses into the past and, as I’ve not known her for as long as the rest of her family, the stories are often new to me.
Today I learned about the “Gentlemen Only” department at the downtown Hudson’s department store.
Run a bit like a burlesque parlor, this was a department where all the customers were men, all the workers were women, and live, lingerie clad models paraded in front of patrons. The men would lounge in leather chairs while sipping coffee, reading newspapers, and choosing which model should wear what clothing for their amusement and shopping pleasure.
Ostensibly this allowed well-to-do men to purchase clothes for their chattel–I mean women–in confidence and with a clear idea of what they would be getting for the money. And, during the late 1960′s, Heather’s grandma Iris was a popular part-time attendant due to her charming English accent and polite demeanor.
Tonight’s story had two parts:
- Mafia Encounter
- A high ranking member of a prominent Detroit mafia family, accompanied by stereotypical ‘heavies,’ directed various models to wear skimpy underthings and expensive fur coats. After making his selections clear to Iris and delivering a veiled threat that there better be “no funny business”, he left for a few hours only to return with several thousand dollars in cash to make good his purchases.
In parting he said, “I guess we’re all set, then,” and handed her a $20 bill.
- The Philandering Pilot
- A Pan-Am pilot lounged away an afternoon directing various models to do his bidding, eventually purchasing two assortments of clothing. The first pile, fairly plain clothes fit for a portly lass, were to be packaged in Hudson’s shopping bags and packages. The second pile, made up of sexy undergarments and an expensive mink coat fit for a slighter build, were to be packaged in unmarked parcels, tightly sealed.
”Whatever you do,” said the pilot, “don’t mix those two orders up. It will mean your job if you do.”
Its like Mad Men come to life, and an amazing example of the man’s world as it once was.
This was one of my favorite Iris stories to date, although it does not trump the stories of developing the first aerial photographs of Auschwitz while in the RAF photography corps…. I should get a recorder and get a few of these down for posterity. |