"A main attraction for the Baker was the famous "Rainbow Room," a two-story oval ballroom surrounded by a balcony. It earned its name from the dance floor which had 2,620 red, green, yellow, and blue lights beneath 300 glass blocks. At that time. the dance floor was one of only three lighted glass floors in the world. The lights could synchronize with the beat of the music, or produce pictures such as a heart, flag, star, or Christmas tree.
The Rainbow Room of the Baker drew top-notch entertainers. Louis Armstrong, Tommy Dorsey, Guy Lombardo, Lawrence Welk, and Eddie Duchin were among the talents to have graced the floor and entertained huge crowds every night. The music from the Baker was piped across the river into the Municipal Building during the 1940s."
As you can see, especially if you visited the St. Charles History page above, the Baker was truly something special. They also hosted a fabulous Sunday Brunch in the Rainbow Room that I had the priveledgge of attending two years ago with my wife, it was wonderful!
I will post any updates to the Save Hotel Baker weBlog as they come to my attention.
The place where
Satchmo blew his horn,
Where Welk broadcast live on radios that glow,
The place of soft nights and great beauty,
Ultra soft pink-white walls,
Oval room,
With a beautiful turquoise glass domed ceiling,
Wooden pillars and second floor promenade,
Over looking a dance floor of glass blocks,
Which house lights that softly change color,
In tempo to the music,
The Rainbow Room at Hotel Baker,
That limestone historic beauty on the river,
There in sweet old Saint Charles,
Closed up and begging for a takeover,
Owned and operated by the infamous,
Evil devils held her leash,
Andersen claims another victim,
And I want to just scream,
The old grace just remodeled and shuttered,
You should see it there,
You really really should,
The beautiful grounds,
Where elegant beauties in gowns,
Were married under starlight,
There in the little stone gazebo over the dam,
Colonel Baker's penthouse,
And the stone boathouse standing empty,
Awaiting new owners or ghosts,
It's a foul shame that dearly calls,
To be rectified.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 05/18/2002
By: Daniel A. Stafford