Baker, flamboyantly dressed in flowing gowns and sparkling jewels, would saunter through the club.
In her memoir, “Les Memoires De Josephine Baker,” which was composed in the cabaret with writer
Marcel Sauvage, Baker described the club as a place of joy.
“I’ve never been so amused. I make jokes, I caress the skin of bald men, I play with the beards of bearded gentlemen. Look at these gentlemen in the day: they don’t laugh as much,” she wrote.
“Everyone doing the Charleston, I keep them all entertained, the waiters, the cook, the cashier, the hunters, the goat, and the pig … And me, I dance, I dance.”