Berkeley’s was the era when crooners whistled [and] wore billowing trousers…when chorus girls danced on acres of shiny black floor, were constantly caught in the rain, played neon-lit violins, formed jigsaw puzzles of the American flag, wore hooped tortillas of satin, waltzed on serpentine staircases, slid down water-chutes like medieval sinners on their way to hell, and were shot from above in concentric circles, at once floral and anal in design.

from Kenneth Tynan, Tynan Right & Left, p. 249.