Friday, September 11, 2015

Act I Episode 1 The Hell's Angels Come to America's Greatest Family Resort


A novel by Bill Kelly []

Waiting on the Angels – The Long Cool Summer of ’65 Revisited is the ultimate Roman a clef where the facts of history blend easily with popular myths. After “Three Hundred Years at the Point”and “Birth of the Birdie,”Bill Kelly’s third book is a lighthearted romp into the heart of the Sixties, records how Bob Dylan came to meet Levon and the Hawks, solves a legendary murder mystery, and revives the summer when the Hell’s Angels were kicked out of town and threatened to return in force on Labor Day and wreck havoc to Ocean City, New Jersey – “America’s Greatest Family Resort.”

ACT I EPISODE 1 – The Hell's Angels Come to America's Greatest Family Resort

At the Bay's shores just off the Somers Point, N.J. Circle at the base of the 9th Street Bridge causeway.

The summer of '65 began inauspiciously enough with the soft sounds of shore birds chirping and the waves of boat wakes lapping at the bay shores and the strong smell of the salt ocean air brought in by soft bay winds. The natural sounds of spring were slowly over ridden by what began as a soft humm that seemed to get steadily louder. The animals sensed it first, darting their heads as the birds went silent and the squirrels and rabbits scattered away as the humm steadily increased in volume until it was a constant vibration almost running ripples counter to the lapless tide, crescendoing into a thunderous roar of motorcycles that flew by in a blur and a cloud of dust and slowly faded away to a quiet hum and after a few moments the lapping of the tide could be heard again. 

Ocean City police patrolman William Warren was sitting in his patrol car in the parking lot of the Circle Liquor Store, which overlooks the bay and the bridge and was where patrolman Warren was eating his lunch when the swarm of motorcycles sped past him. While he was technically in Somers Point, Ocean City police patrols the causeway and strictly enforces speeding laws. Warren put down his sandwich, reached for the patrol car radio and called it in, and then began pursuit.

As those of you who were there will recall, the summer of '65 began normally enough, hell we didn't even know the Hell's Angels came to town. That was a city and state secret and we only found out about it later because Tom Waldmam the mayor of Ocean City New Jersey was in the thick of it all.

And while we didn't know it at the time, and as we later discovered, the summer of '65 really began when those Hell's Angels came to town.

“There were two entirely different and unrelated incidents,” the mayor later explained. “The Hell's Angels did come to town before Memorial Day, but that and the Labor Day events were two different incidents and were not really connected, and that’s a different story.”

As the mayor explained, “There weren't that many of them. Less than a dozen bikers - Hell's Angels. 
What happened was a black police officer ordered them to pull over and they ignored him. He was probably the first black police officer on the Ocean City, New Jersey police force.”

When the bikers ignored him and refused to pull over on the causeway he radioed ahead so as they cruised in town down 9th Street they were met by a police car roadblock at West Avenue where they were corralled into a vacant lot at the end of the railroad line and what is now McDonald’s.

There, they were just as belligerent.

“They would only talk to the mayor,” said Waldman, who was summoned out of his 8th street travel agency office, picked up in a squad car and taken over to talk with their leader, as legend would have it, was Ralph “Sonny” Barger, the badest Hell’s Angel.

According to Hunter S. Thompson, “Barger’s word goes unquestioned." The father of gonzo journalism called him “The Maximum Leader,” and described him as “a 6-foot, 170 pound warehouseman from East Oakland, the coolest head in the lot, and a tough, quick-thinking dealer when any action starts. By turn he is a fanatic, a philosopher, a brawler, a shrewd compromiser and final arbitrator.”  

The leader of the Hells Angels met Mayor Waldman, the suit and tie travel agent and “maximum leader” of Ocean City.

The mayor said, “Whenever you have a large transient population like we do, you will have exposure to all types, including these violent motorcycle gangs. But you can’t condone it, and you can’t ignore it.”

“We talked, and I introduced them to the black officer,” he remembered, “but they were very racist and weren’t going to take any orders from him."

"I told them he was only doing his job and trying to earn a living for his family. They were very polite, and eventually we all shook hands in the end. But we didn’t go out and have cocktails together.”

Mayor Waldman had Patrolman Warren give a single ticket for speeding to their leader - Ralph S. Barger, Golf Lane, Oakland, California, and the mayor told him if he didn’t accept it they were all going to be issued tickets and their background checked and they would be arrested if there were any outstanding warrants anywhere in the country.

Waldman the Mayor of America’s Greatest Family Resort and Sonny Barger the leader of the Hell's Angels went eyeball to eyeball and the leader of the pack blinked, took the speeding ticket and without saying another word they all got on their bikes and left the way they came..

And there it should have ended. But it didn't. It just set the tone and style for the rest of the summer, which was one that anyone who was there will never forget.

Act I Episode 2 Prologue The Murder of Harry Anglemeyer

Act I Episode 2 - Prologue - The Murder of Harry Anglemeyer 
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There's a statue just outside the front door of the National Archives building in Washington DC called “Justice” and inscribed with the words “What is Past is Prologue.”

It's often said to mean that we are doomed to repeat history if we fail to learn it's lessons, or as Peter Pan said, “This has all happened before and it will happen again."

But actually it comes from William Shakespeare's “Tempest.,” a play about a shipwreck, said to be based on the true life adventures of Captain Somers, whose ship ran aground in Bermuda in a storm.

Captain Somers, the admiral of the Jamestown Colony fleet, is said to be related to Quaker John Somers, who came from White Ladies, England and founded Somers Point, the quaint fishing and boating community across the bay from Ocean City. In fact, Ocean City was once John Somers' cow pen and was called Cowpen Island, a name now given to the patch of sand on the causeway where the visitor’s Information station is located.

“The past is prologue” line from the “Tempest” comes at a time in the play where they are discussing a murder, and actually refers to how the past gives reason, meaning and motive to what is about to happen.
Antonio says: “We all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast again, and by that destiny to perform an act whereof what's past is prologue, what to come in your and my discharge.”

Antonio is rationalizing that the murder they are about to commit is an act of fate because of all that led up to that moment, so the past has set the stage for the next act – murder.

And so it was the murder of Harry Anglemeyer served as the Prologue to the Summer of '65, as it occurred on the previous Labor Day, 1964, the final day of the summer when the tourists and shoebees had one last fling before packing it in to go back to school or work and the real world. That was Harry' Anglemeyer's last day on this earth as he made his rendezvous with destiny at the Dunes.

Harry was a young and successful boardwalk merchant who owned a chain of Copper Kettle fudge shops on the Ocean City, Sea Isle City, Wildwood and Atlantic City boardwalks. A suit and tie member of most of the local civic organizations, Harry made waves for his opposition to Ocean City's strict blue laws that prevented many businesses from opening on Sundays.

While the ban on the sale of liquor was a key element in keeping Ocean City “America's Greatest Family Resort,” Anglemeyer thought that the ban on retail business on Sundays was bad for the local economy, and there was mounting support for Antlemeyer's campaign to do away with the Sunday blue laws.

Although he had a girlfriend, Harry flouted some homosexual tendencies, which annoyed some of his more reserved and conservative civic club associates, so after a few anonymous complaints, on a day when the Mayor was out of town, the head of Public Safety – D. Allen Stretch ordered a loyal policeman “to get the goods on Anglemeyer,” which resulted in morals charges.

But the plan backfired when the Cape May County prosecutor indicted the cop too, since he admitted that he was party to the immoral act that was alleged to have been performed at Anglemeyer’s swank apartment above his fudge shop on the Ocean City Boardwalk.

Anglemeyer was acquitted at the first of two trials, and he insisted the second trail proceed although they offered to drop the charges, he wanted to vindicate himself.

And so it was on Labor Day 1964 when Harry did what he did almost every night – he went bar hopping in Somers Point, joining the line of cars as they trickled over the causeway, occasionally stopping for awhile as the two bridges opened for boats.

Harry's first stop in Somers Point was just off the circle at Steels Ship Bar on Bay Avenue where the patrons were an older, quieter crowd than the young college kids who flocked to the rock and roll bars – Tony Marts next door and Bay Shores across the street.

Harry bought drinks for a couple of young girls he knew who used to work for him and told them he was bar hopping around the Point and asked them to join him, but they declined as he also mentioned he had to meet someone at the Dunes later on, and didn't seem too enthusiastic about that meeting.

From Steels Harry then went up the street to Gregory's where he told the bartender Charles Carney to give him a short one – placing his thumb and forefinger a half inch apart as a sign to let up on the liquor in his drink. Harry had one short one at each of the places he stopped, which also included the Bali Hi - a Polynesian joint at Stinky Harbor, what is now Caroline's, where Harry arranged for a post season party for his employees. Then he went across the bridge to O'Byrnes, which was then a shot and beer and pool bar that later became Mothers, an after hours joint. Harry then went a few miles down the road to the Dunes, which was so crowded the parking lot was full and cars were parked along both sides of the road.

Because the music in Somers Point bars ended at two in the morning, places like O'Byrnes and the Dunes on Longport Boulevard, were popular after hour joints. Other places that were in Egg Harbor Township and open all night were Jack's Grove, which became the Attic and Boatyard, and is now the Elks, and Brownies in Bargaintown. Egg Harbor Township didn't yet have a police department so there was little fear of the law at these places. 

The Dunes was eventually purchased by the N. J. Dept. of Fish, Game and Wildlife and is now a nature preserve - from one wildlife to another, but in 1965 it was the place to go after midnight and was usually packed until the early morning hours and had the nickname “Dunes ‘til Dawn.” 

The Dunes was owned by John McLain, who also owned the historic General Wayne Tavern outside Philly, and John McCann, a prohibition era beer Barron from North Philly. They also jointly owned Bay Shores and built the Dunes because Bay Shores had to shut down at 2am and they needed a place for their customers who wanted to keep the party going.

The Dunes was open all night and most of the day, but the bands didn't begin until midnight, and played until the late hours of the morning, so it was night time when you went in, and since there were no windows, it was quite a jolt to walk out into the glare of the sun.

Their T-shirts read “Bay Shores” on the front and rising sun on the back with the inscription: “Dunes 'Till Dawn.”

Sitting on a bar stool at the front door of the Dunes, young John McCann, Jr., the son of one of the owners, took a $2 cover from everybody going in, and had a wad of cash in one hand as he shook Harry's hand with the other and let him in without paying the cover.

McCann, Jr. would later be elected to city council and serve as a Republican mayor of Somers Point and like his father the bootlegger, young McCann would be arrested for importing tons of cocaine and die in prison. But in the summer of '65 he was the kid who took the money at the door of the Dunes.

Harry and McCann exchanged a few words about the success of the summer season, and once inside Harry walked past the bars and the band on the stage and went up a flight of stairs to the private Sand Piper Club, which was for members only.

While they often hung from the rafters and danced on the bar downstairs, you could barely hear and feel the hum and vibes of the music as the Sand Piper Club was pretty quiet, and good for conversation. But when Harry arrived there were only a few patrons at the small bar and sitting around the tables. Harry had his usual, a short one, and then sat there and waited. He told the bartender he was waiting for someone, but didn't say who, and after awhile, before the sun came up, Harry left the Sand Piper Club to meet his rendezvous with destiny alone.

From there we know from a teenage couple who were making out in a parked car that Harry had an argument with another man in a black suit and tie, and the other guy punched Harry once and he went down, hitting his head hard on a concrete abundment. The other guy then just walked off.

According to the young couple, three young men, one in a red and white Ocean City high school football jersey, picked up Harry and dragged him a few feet and put him in the driver's seat of a parked car. They then walked away while the young couple went back to making out.

Harry was still alive at that point, and if the three “Good Samaritans” as they were later called, or the young couple had called an ambulance or drove him to the hospital, Harry would have lived and maybe would still be alive today.

So it doesn't appear that the guy who hit Harry actually wanted to kill him, but that was the result, and it was still murder.

By the time the sun came up, Harry was dead and someone had killed him, a murder – some would say a political assassination that would remain unsolved, as justice would never be served, and as those who figured it out, for good reasons.

Harry died before the bikers came to town, so he wasn't around the following summer when things got crazy, but his murder would hang like a dark cloud over the island community of Ocean City, “America’s Greatest Family Resort,” especially during the Summer of '65, when Harry's spirit could be felt during the on-going proceedings – and in some quarters, Harry's ghost still lingers today.

Harry Anglemeyer's murder served as a prologue to the Summer of '65, giving it meaning, and provides a motive for the powers that be to continue their treachery and reactionary policies that would result in the man-made catastrophe that was now coming, a train wreck that couldn't be stopped.

As a Shakespearean play, if it wasn't so tragic it would be considered a comedy, and though in the end, Harry was the only mortal fatality, for the survivors it became a comic farce.

Act I Episode 3 The Beach and Boardwalk

Act I Episode 3 – The Beach and the Boardwalk

The Hell’s Angels that were heading to the Ocean City beach and boardwalk were stopped in their tracks and turned away by Ocean City's finest at West Avenue, where the railroad station and support buildings were located just across from the Texaco station.

At one point more people arrived by train than by car or bus, and the train continued operating direct express to Camden and Philadelphia into the 1980s.

While anyone would recognize the beach and boardwalk today, Ninth Street is radically different from what it was in 1965.

Coming into town across the causeway from Somers Point the Ninth Street strip has been totally revamped. Gone are Chris and Hogates bayside seafood joints, the gas stations, drive-ins and diners that were replaced by banks and convenience stores.

Familiar landmarks come into play when you get to West Avenue with Voltaco's and the Italian joint on the corner, the Chatterbox and the shops across the street are easily recognizable.

But gone are the big old, clapboard hotels – the Lincoln, Strand and Biscayne, that were once nice hotels where tourists who arrived by train could stay for a reasonable rate, but by 1965 had deteriorated into shabby joints that were taken over by college students who could get a room for a few dollars a night or cheaper by the week. These discounts appealed to what the mayor called the “transient population,” mostly college kids who didn't spend much time in their rooms anyway.

Before Lauderdale and Cancun there was Ocean City - “Where the Boys Are” was the scene and where the college kids came from Philadelphia, Delaware, Pittsburgh, Ohio and West Virginia to line the beaches, wall to wall - beach blanket bingo. 

While the families still populated most of the island, the college kids ruled Ninth Street, the Ninth Street beach and the Fourteenth Street surfer’s beach where most of the action took place.

To put things into a proper perspective, especially for those who weren't born yet, in the summer of '65, LBJ was president, young men were eligible for the draft, the war in Vietnam was quietly raging and Richard J. Hughes was governor of New Jersey, and the governor would come into play before the summer was out.

The songs on the transistor radios on the beach blankets and the juke boxes at the Chatterbox, College Grill and Bob's Grill were by the Supremes, Four Tops, Sony and Cher, the Byrds and Beach Boys as well as a slew of British Invasion bands – the Beatles, Hermans Hermits and the Rolling Stones, who would play the Steel Pier in Atlantic City and make a cameo appearance in the story.

The most popular songs of the summer began with Petula Clark's “Downtown,” the Righteous Brothers' “You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin',” “Gary Lewis & the Playboy's “This Diamond Ring,” the Temps' “My Girl,” “Eight Days A Week,” by the Beatles, “Stop! In The Name of Love” by the Supremes, “Im'm Telling You Now,” by Freddie & the Dreamers” and “The Game of Love” by Wayne Fontana & the Mindbenders.

As the summer wore on, other songs being played regularly including the Herman's Hermits “Mrs. Brown You've Got A Lovely Daughter,” the Beatles' “Ticket to Ride,” Beach Boys “Help Me Rhonda” and the Four Tops' “I Can't Help Myself.”

The Byrds' cover of Dylan's “Mr. Tamborine Man” and the Stones' “(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction” were popular in the hippie camp, while “I'm Henry VII, I Am,” Sonny & Cher's “I Got You Babe,” and the Shangri-Las' “Leader of the Pack” were often heard at Fourteenth Street, with that last tune taking on more and more meaning as the summer wore on.

There was a clear social divide among the college kids of the day, with the long haired hippies commandeering the Ninth Street beach and the crew cut straight jocks and surfers taking up most of the Fourteenth Street beach.

The hippies generally congregated at Shriver's Pavilion, that isn't there anymore, but Shriver's Candy store is still there, as is the retail store where Roger Monroe had his book store, the movie theaters and Mack & Manco pizza, now infamously Manco & Manco's.

Walking south on the boardwalk, there was the bath house next to Mack & Manco’s, Joe Del's cheese steak and sub shop, Preps Pizza, the arcades and Flanders Hotel, which retained its first class status, all still there, as well as the Copper Kettle Fudge building on the corner at 11th Street and the pavilion across the street, where the old folks retreated to when the hippies took over Shriver's Pavilion. 

Until he was murdered Harry Anglemehyer lived above his boardwalk fudge shop in the beautiful second floor apartment overlooking the beach and ocean horizon. That's where the immoral act that got him arrested allegedly occurred. 

The corner building stretches on for half a block and is of the Spanish Revival design in the same style as the Flanders Hotel, the Music Pier, the Chatterbox and the John B. Kelly's family home at Twenty-Seventh Street and Wesley Avenue, all designed by the same young architect Vivian Smith.

Two blocks further along Fourteenth Street was the surfer's beach and the most popular place for the high school and college kids to hang out, making Bob's Grill and the College Grill-Varsity Inn the hippest hangouts in the Happy Days tradition. Though the Varsity Inn moved to 8th Street in the 1970s, Bob's Grill is still there and if Bob Harbough is around he can verify everything I say is true.

There were no beach tags or beach fees at the time, and most people rented an umbrella, beach chair and a raft from either Bert’s Beach service or Surf & Sand, who had contracts with the city, and at day's end paid a dollar for a shower at a boardwalk bath house before hitting the Point. At least that was the routine for the shoebees, as they were called - day trippers who came down by train with shoe box lunches and didn’t spend any money except what they had to.

Besides the hippies and the straights, there was another social divide among the college kids - between the weekend warriors and those who were down for the entire summer. If you were a weekend warrior you stayed with friends, got a hotel room or slept on the beach and were gone by Sunday afternoon, but if you were in for the duration you had a job as a waiter, waitress, bus boy, grill cook or retail clerk, lived with your family, a group rental or rooming house and were in a strict daily routine.

The two things the hippies and the straights had in common were the routine and music. Both camps listened to portable transistor radios, played the jukebox, strummed guitars, sang songs and were into the routine – the Groundhog Day recurring ritual that inevitably ended at the Point.

You worked six to eight hours a day and then you went to the beach for an hour and joined friends who were already there. Then you went back to your room for a quick shower and change of clothes and hit the Point between eight and ten, and you didn't just go to the point - you hit the Point with a vengeance.

First you went to one of the shot and beer bars – Gregory's, Charlie's, Sullivan's or the Anchorage, tanked up on a a few seven for a dollar draft beers and then go to Tony Marts or Bay Shores, where ever your favorite bands played. Sometimes between sets, you'd walk across the street to see certain bands who rotated on two stages so there was always live music constantly going on. When the music shut down at two in the morning, you went to the diner for something to eat and then to one of the after hour joints and carried on until the sun came up. Then you went to the beach and fell asleep and when you woke up you went for a dip in the ocean and then went to work. Then repeat the process.

As Peter Pan put it: “This has all happened before and it will happen again.”

Johnny Caswell – Crystal Mansion's song At the Shore 

At the Shore

School is out
Come on, let's go
Come on, baby
Let's hit that road

We're going down to the shore
Just like we did once before
Cause there's no school anymore
So, baby, meet me at the shore

Hey, there'll be lots of fun
Yeah, lying in the sun
One the boardwalk, holding hands
Beach parties in the sand

Everybody's gonna be there
The hippies, the conservatives
And even the squares
Dancing til we can't no more
Come on and meet me at the shore

We're gonna swing every single night
Everything's gonna be all right


Hey, there'll be lots of fun
Yeah, lying in the sun
One the boardwalk, holding hands
And beach parties in the sand

Everybody's gonna be there
The hippies, the conservatives
And even the squares
Dancing til we can't no more
Come on and meet me at the shore

(CHORUS) 2X to fade

Johnny Caswell At The Shore Lyrics

Listen to: At the Shore

Act I Episode 4 Hitting the Point

Act I EPISODE 4 – Hitting the Point – Somers Point

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Tony Marts and Bay Shores

The sale of alcohol has been illegal in Ocean City, New Jersey since it’s founding by the Lake brothers over some beer and wine at a Somers Point Tavern. The Somers family gave up the land pretty cheap as it wasn't good for farming or a good place to live. Even the Indians recognized the land was uninhabitable, good for fishing and grazing, but the shifting sands of time made it unstable to live there at the mercy of the weather. None of the barrier islands along the Jersey coast should have been developed and they knew it, but the Lake brothers had a vision that they wanted to make happen.

There was still a stray bull hanging out on the south beach, and they say they made quite a mess of things rounding up and slaughtering that reluctant bull, signifying the end of an era and the beginning of a new one. Eventually the outline of the city began to emerge, and the Christian community grew to what it is today - “America's Greatest Family Resort.”

The Lake's Blue Laws, written into the city charter that was outlined at the Somers Point tavern, made it illegal to sell alcohol, which was an automatic boon to the Somers Point tavern owners, and there were quite a few. Since Somers Point was an original point of entry for immigrants in the sail era, a prohibition smugglers haven and a transient point for those bound to Ocean City, the Point hosted a lot of transients, and had the liquor capacity to quench their thirsts.

With about two dozen liquor licenses within its few square mile boarders, Somers Point had a variety of bars, restaurants and cafes that sold alcohol, an inordinate number of liquor licenses for the number of residents, and when the state began to regulate the number of liquor licenses a community could issue, Somers Point was grandfathered in.

Basically there were the liquor stores, most notably Circle Liquor at the base of the bridge and causeway to Ocean City, then said to be one of the highest grossing retail stores in the country.

Then there are local pubs and taverns. Pub takes its name from Public House – a place licensed to sell alcohol to the public, and issuing these Public licenses was usually the first chore of business when any town or city is incorporated. Establishing a police department is usually the second.

Because Ocean City was a "dry" town,  Somers Point had more than its share of liquor licenses, nearly two dozen squeezed into its few square miles municipality,  it's residents quip that it's a "drinking down with a fishing problem."

Among the Somers Point pubs in the summer of '65 were many still popular today – Gregory's, Charlie's, D'Orio's and the Anchorage. There were others – Sullivans (now Fitzpatrick's) the Launch Haven (a trolley stop), and they all served clams, crabs, fresh seafood and whatever you can make on a grill. They also sported pool tables, shuffle boards, darts and a juke box. These places were popular lunch and dinner places for many of the families who came to Ocean City as well as the college kids.

Besides the pubs Somers Point was a famous dining destination because of the presence of five – five star restaurants – the Crab Trap, Harry's Inn, Mac's, Daniel's and Chi Chi’s, all top flight fine dining establishments that' in the Summer of '65, made Somers Point more popular for its cuisine than Cape May.

After take out liquor stores, pubs and fine restaurants, there were the cafes and cabarets that featured live entertainment, and they made the most noise. Tony Marts and Bay Shores are the best known, but there were others – Steel's Ship Bar, Your Father's Mustache, Orsatti's Casino, the Under 21 Club and Vaughn Comforts on the circle, where singing waiters had to audition and that skinny kid from Hoboken couldn't sing loud enough so he didn't get the job.

Not all of these places fit into the story but together they set the scene and provide the backdrop for what happened.

Of the cafes and cabarets Tony Marts and Bay Shores were the loudest and are were scenes of pivotal acts in the drama that was to play out that summer.

The two clubs across Bay Avenue from each other had a healthy competition going to see who would be the crown jewel of the Point, with money being the measure.

Both clubs featured multiple bars and two stages and dance floors, so when one band finished another band was ready to go, they didn't miss a beat and the music was constant.

Each club had a house band that played three or four long sets a night, six nights a week – they got Monday off, as did the best bartenders. The other stage showcased rotating talent, often from out of town, bands on tour on the remnants of the old Vaudeville and Chitlin' circuits.

Both clubs also had standup comics - master of ceremonies, go-go girls in cages, and a grill that served up hot dogs and cheese steaks, and maybe pretzels, but not much else. Music was the motive.

It was the music that drew the crowds, especially the young college kids, so Tony Marts upped the ante and began booking top flight Vegas style acts with hit songs, like Del Shanon, the Skyliners ("Pennies from Heaven"), Duane Eddie, Joey D. and the Starlighters ("Pepperment Twist"), Johnny Maestro and the Crests ("Sixteen Candles"), Dion and the Belmonts ("Runaround Sue"), Little Stevie Wonder - when he really was little, and Bill Haley and the Comets - Rock and Roll pioneers. Dean Martin put in an appearance once in awhile. But it was Conway Twitty who was the featured attraction at Tony Marts in the summer of '65.

Unfortunately for Tony, Bay Shores was ordered to close for the month of July for getting caught serving alcohol to someone under the age of 21.

The drinking age was set at 21 but ten to twenty percent of the patrons at any of the Somers Point establishment were nineteen or twenty – but they dressed and acted older and tried to be ladies and gentleman. Fake Ids weren't even necessary, as the local police understood and were in agreement with the club owners to let them in as long as they behaved themselves and things were kept under control, and they pretty much were.

But Bay Shores got pinched by the state ABC – Division of Alcohol and Beverage Control – who sent in officers and agents undercover and they got the goods – the evidence and a conviction and the penalty was to close down for one month, and they couldn't do it in the winter but during the busy season.

Some of the ABC agents were on the take too, but it was too late for Bay Shores, and after a few nights without his main rival Tony began to notice a drop in receipts and Tony was worried.

Anthony Marotta came to New York from his native Sicily and found his way to Atlantic City where others from his hometown had settled. Tony met his wife there and made his first meager profits selling hot dogs and sandwiches at St. James Street on the Atlantic City Boardwalk, near where the Irish Pub is today. His wife's family stayed in the sandwich business and opened the now famous White House, whose customers included the Beatles, Burt Lancaster and FBI agent John O'Neil, the 9/11 hero and victim.

By 1945 Tony had sold enough hot dogs and sandwiches to purchase Shick's Hotel on Bay Avenue in Somers Point. Shick's was patronized by those who embarked or disembarked from the steam ferry that took passengers to Ocean City and Longport and then later for the train trolley passengers.

With the construction of the bridge and World War II Shick's value had declined and Tony got a good deal that he wanted to parlay by introducing live entertainment.

The old German beer Rathskeller on the first floor was given a stage and converted into a cabaret where Tony featured all kinds of music but noticed the popularity of the New Orleans style jazz and made it part of the house shtick.

Len Carey and the Crackerjacks made Tony Marts famous with his New Orleans jazamania routines. But early in the summer of '65 however, the house band that Tony had hired for the summer just wasn't cutting it, at least to Tony's standards. They played through Memorial Day and made it through June but then suddenly left. While the circumstances of their departure wasn't recorded for posterity, it’s highly likely that Tony fired them.

“You Fired! You Bums get out'a here!” - said in a deep, gravelly voice, was almost a cliché around Tony Marts, where bands would come and go, and go quickly if they didn't play the popular hit tunes, dress properly or otherwise disrespect the Boss.

In any case, Tony found himself without a house band for the rest of the summer of '65, and while he knew there were some good local bands, he could get them to play for next to nothing, and he wanted a good band, a real good band that would bring in new customers and compliment Conway Twitty's fans.

So Tony put in a call to Colonel Kutlets, a Canadian booking agent in Toronto, complained about the Female Beatles he had sent the previous week and told the Colonel what he needed – a rock and roll band that will knock his socks off.

Kutlets said, “I'll see what I can do and get back to ya.”