Marian S. McKew, 81, owner of Gayety Theater on The Block

By Joe Nawrozki (Baltimore Sun, 12/27/1995)

Marian S. McKew, who owned the Gayety Theater on Baltimore’s Block as strip tease and burlesque shows faded into the twilight, died Saturday (12/23/1995) of cancer at Franklin Square Hospital Center. She was 81.

The Block landmark at 405 E. Baltimore St. — which opened two years after the Great Baltimore Fire in 1904 — was owned by her father, John H. “Hon” Nickel, a German immigrant who operated the theater from 1914 until his death in 1951.

Her father managed the burlesque house in its salad days when featured performers included Phil Silvers, Gypsy Rose Lee, Jackie Gleason and Ann Corio and a young Marian Nickel learned to keep the books while attending the Institute of Notre Dame in downtown Baltimore.

“My mother was very insulated from everything that went on,” said Mrs. McKew’s daughter, Jacqueline Nickel of Rockaway Beach in eastern Baltimore County.

“She often told me her father wouldn’t let her out of the office to sort of protect her.”

When Mr. Nickel died in 1951, he turned over ownership to his daughter and his son, John H. Nickel Jr. Mrs. McKew bought out her brother in the late 1960s and sold the theater outright in 1976.

The building now houses an adult film and magazine store.

“When you mention the Gayety, it brings all sorts of memories forth,” Ms. Nickel said.

“But even when she was most heavily involved, she went to the theater’s office three times a week to keep the books and write out checks to the workers. That was it.

“While she had this business, she did the Hutzler tea room every Wednesday, bowled, had a life that was totally out of the realm of The Block.”

Still, some private embarrassment was shared within the family over her mother’s job.

At St. Bernard’s parochial school in Waverly, Jacqueline Nickel remembered, a nun asked students what their parents did for a living.

“I told the sister and my classmates that my parents owned a theater,” she said. “Later, at Notre Dame Prep, I wove around the truth by telling everyone my mother and father were in real estate, which they were.”

She remembers that her parents took her to Mass at St. Vincent DePaul Roman Catholic Church on Front Street every Sunday, then to Baltimore Street where her mother looked over the previous night’s receipts.

Mrs. McKew was born in the Nachmann Hotel near Baltimore Street and Market Place, a stopover for baggy pants comedians and dancers who traveled the country’s burlesque circuit. The hotel was owned by her father, who parlayed his business savvy into ownership of several other properties, which eventually became known as The Block.

“My grandmother died when my mom was 13 so she really became the lady of the house with all the responsibilities to my grandfather and her brother,” Ms. Nickel said.

Mrs. McKew married John F. Moore in 1941 and he managed the nightclub downstairs from the Gayety. Mr. Moore died in 1962 and she married Francis J. McKew in 1964. Mr. McKew died in the early 1970s.

By the time Mrs. McKew came into sole ownership of the Gayety, the flavor of the old house was disappearing. Strip tease and racy one-liners became valentines from another day.

Her managers booked Irma The Body, Tempest Storm and Chili Pepper in the 1960s and although those dancers attempted to keep bump and grind alive but, suddenly they were almost too tame for that era’s sexual revolution.

Mrs. McKew was one of the founders of the Rockaway Beach Improvement Association and enjoyed ceramics at Essex Senior Center. Before she became ill, she enjoyed cooking sour beef and dumplings from scratch.

A Mass of Christian burial will be offered at 9 a.m. tomorrow at Our Lady of Mount Carmel Roman Catholic Church, 1704 Eastern Ave. in Essex.

Other survivors include three grandchildren.

 

For some, Independence Day is Christmas in July

By Jackie Nickel, The Avenue News, 7/4/2006

Following the excitement over the June 30 Marine Trades Fireworks Extravaganza, I’m focusing now on the real Independence Day, Wednesday, the 4th of July. Working folks will get a solitary day off from work in the middle of the week to celebrate the birth of our nation. This should be a relaxing day with family and friends, providing time for reflection, perhaps, on the true meaning of independence.

On this day in 1776, the Declaration of Independence was approved by the Continental Congress, triggering the 13 colonies on the road to freedom as a sovereign nation. According to the U.S. Census Bureau, in July 1776, the estimated number of people living in the newly independent nation was 2.5 million. The nation’s population on this July Fourth is 302 million.
The Library of Congress states on its web site that “Although Philadelphians marked the first anniversary of American independence with a spontaneous celebration, observing Independence Day only became commonplace after the War of 1812. Soon, events like ground-breaking ceremonies for the Erie Canal and the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad were scheduled to coincide with July 4th festivities.

By the 1870s, the Fourth of July was the most important secular holiday on the calendar. “Even far-flung communities on the western frontier managed to congregate on Independence Day. In an American Life Histories, 1936-1940 interview, Miss Nettie Spencer remembered the Fourth as the big event of the year. Everyone in the countryside got together on that day for the only time in the year.”

She continued, “There would be floats in the morning and the one that got the eye was the Goddess of Liberty. She was supposed to be the most wholesome and prettiest girl in the countryside — if she wasn’t she had friends who thought she was. But the rest of us weren’t always in agreement on that…”

Coincidentally, my neighborhood for years had a July 4th parade and we too chose a Lady Liberty, a beautiful young girl whom we decked out in full regalia. I fashioned the radiating crown out of tin foil and a gown was constructed from a draped white sheet. It was quite impressive. I still have a photo, in black and white, of me modeling that headpiece. It’s wonderful seeing our communities of today, like Wilson Point and Middleborough, reviving the 4th of July neighborhood parade complete with homemade noisemakers and decorated bikes.

Continues the dialogue of Nettie Spencer, “Just before lunch – and we’d always hold lunch up for an hour – some Senator or lawyer would speak. These speeches always had one pattern. First the speaker would challenge England to a fight and berate the King and say that he was a skunk. This was known as twisting the lion’s tail. Then the next theme was that any one could find freedom and liberty on our shores. The speaker would invite those who were heavy laden in other lands to come to us and find peace. The speeches were pretty fiery and by that time the men who drank got into fights and called each other Englishmen. In the afternoon we had what we called the ‘plug uglies’ — funny floats and clowns who took off on the political subjects of the day.”

We’re sure to see some “tail twisting” on our holiday this year, with national leaders and presidential candidates making speeches all over the country. It’s doubtful though that with the pressures of an immigration bill, there will be encouragement for “any one to find freedom and liberty on our shores.”

Nettie, God bless ‘er, concluded, “The Fourth was the day of the year that really counted then. Christmas wasn’t much; a Church tree or something, but no one twisted the lion’s tail!”

Independence Day will be over by the time you read this but it’s never too late to say God Bless and Happy Birthday, America!