At No. 267 Bowery, sandwiched in between Missions and quarter-a-night flophouses, is "Sammy's," the poor man's Stork Club. There is no cover charge nor cigarette girl, and a vending machine dispenses cigarettes. Neither is there a hat check girl. Patrons prefer to dance with their hats and coats on. But there is a lively floor show...the only saloon in the Bowery with a cabaret license.
So Weegee described the setting of this spirited photograph, a rousing portrait of two colorful clubgoers, each treating the photographer to a glimpse of healthy gams. The woman on the left displays a stockinged calf, paper money inserted for safekeeping and her foot bulging out of her shiny T-strap pump. The toothy smiles and ribald gestures of the two women are infectious, infusing the image with a good-time charm and personality.