A lighthearted and loving look back at the glory days of the Shady Dell, the historic haven for teenagers in York, PA, and the magnanimous couple that created it, John & Helen Ettline.
CLOSE YOUR EYES. TAKE A DEEP BREATH. OPEN YOUR HEART.
SHADY DEL KNIGHT, ADMINISTRATOR
High School Yearbook Photo
"More than a place, the Shady Dell was and will forever remain a state of mind."- Shady Del Knight
HELLO STRANGER ..... IT SEEMS LIKE A MIGHTY LONG TIME!
February 1968, like any other February in Central PA, touched off an epidemic of cabin fever. It doesn't matter what the whistle pig declares in his annual Ground Hog Day prognostication. Everybody living north of the Mason-Dixon knew then what they know now - from here it's a slow March toward spring.
It's time for another edition of College Years, the songs that were most popular at the Dell after I flew the coop and took up a four year residence in Happy Valley. Here now are the jukebox giants that were packin' heat in the Shady Dell barn during the chilly months of late winter and early spring 1968.
February 1968
"Wrap it Up" – Sam & Dave
"I Thank You" – Sam & Dave
"There Was a Time" – James Brown
"La – La – Means I Love You" – Delfonics
March 1968
"(Sweet Sweet Baby) Since You’ve Been Gone" – Aretha Franklin
"I Got the Feelin’" – James Brown
"At the Top of the Stairs" – Formations
"Funky Street" – Arthur Conley
"Put Our Love Together" – Arthur Conley
"Cry Like a Baby" – Box Tops
We'll sample the greatest Dell hits from the spring and summer of 1968 in the next College Years...coming soon!
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While the late 80s movie The In Crowd was based on Jerry Blavat and his TV dance show, the title song recorded by Dobie Gray seemed like it was made with me in mind. Oh, alright...maybe it was a stretch for me to claim way back at the beginning of 1965 that I was in with the "in" crowd, but records like this sure made me want to be; and by later that year when I became a card carrying member of the Dell rat pack I surely felt like I was.
As Charger 105 galloped into the top 40 on the Billboard chart in late January on its way to a #13 finish, the song it carried, “The 'In' Crowd,” fired my imagination like few songs have ever been able to do, tapping into my adolescent craving for excitement, adventure, and peer group acceptance.
A veritable Pied Piper, Dobie Gray beckoned me on with promises of endless thrills and effortless romance - benefits that were seemingly reserved exclusively for members of his mythical "in" crowd. Listening to the song made me determined to become a globetrotting jet setter or maybe even a spy for the F.B.I. - yeah, that's the ticket!
Although Dobie Gray achieved a bigger hit a few years later with “Drift Away,” his earlier calling card, “The 'In' Crowd” is, most definitely, Shady Del’s Pick To Click!
Mama...welcome to the mid 60s!
It was a great time to be young. In the 1960s, much more than in previous decades, the youth market became the focus of the mass media. Television programs geared to teenage tastes were rushed into production to cash in on the post-Beatles youth craze.
Shows like Hullabaloo (and Hullabaloo London), Shindig, and Where the Action Is began springing up like weeds, along with concert films and rockumentaries like the T.A.M.I. Show (Teenage Awards Music International aka Teen Age Music International) and the Big T.N.T. Show.
It seemed like everything was coming my way and everything was going my way. I felt lucky to be a kid. It was great to be alive in '65!
Here's Dobie Gray performing "The 'In' Crowd" on an episode of Hullabaloo hosted by Frankie and Annette!
SPECIAL COMMENT:
"The 'In' Crowd" is a great song and The In Crowd is a great movie. Both are stupendous as the bombastic Geator with the Heater might say.
Among those fortunate few who have seen the movie there is tacit agreement: The In Crowd is a family friendly teen musical with a heart - sophisticated, funny and thoroughly entertaining. Plaudits notwithstanding there is definitely something wrong with this picture when fans of this groovy movie are required to purchase worn out, beat up VHS copies on eBay while vastly inferior trash is being rush released on DVD!
Shhhhhhhhhh...I'll let you in on a little secret. It's all about money. (Ya think?) The corporations don't care what kind of rubbish they inflict on the American public as long as it's profitable. On the flip side of the coin they don't care how good a movie is, they won't release it unless they believe it will be profitable. If you're wondering why trash movies are selling like hot cakes let me remind you that junk entertainment like junk food is habit forming. You develop a taste for sugar, salt and fat. You keep craving it and you keep buying it. You can break the cycle by cleansing the palate and giving your taste buds a chance to get used to and appreciate more nutritious fare.
Admittedly, The In Crowd has become available on DVD in recent years, but we're talking brand X tape to DVD-R transfers. You might as well buy a burner and make your own dub! You could also watch the movie in bits and pieces on YouTube, but let's get serious. Orion Pictures is owned by MGM. I don't know who's in charge of green lighting DVD releases from the corporate library but whoever it is needs to get on the swizzle stick, recognize that they are sitting on a true teen angst classic, and expeditiously roll out The In Crowd on DVD...preferably in our lifetime! Oh, and while you're at it, mister businessman or mizz businesswoman, make sure you load it up with special features like cast interviews, bios, bonus BTS footage, the making of featurette, and all the other obligatory extras that you just had to include in the unrated widescreen HD director's cut of Mean Teen 13...okay, pal?
The point is, ladies and gentlemen, that greed...for lack of a better word...sucks...for lack of a better word! And so I declare that the person or persons unknown who consistently overlook The In Crowd for DVD release are tonight's.....
WORST.....PERSONS.....IN THE WORRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLD!
Have a Shady day and as a very close personal friend of mine mister Jerry Blavat always said, "keep on rockin' coz you only rock once!"
Del: "Pick a College Yet?" Vicky: "College?.....Del, I'm a GIRL!"
Ah, yes...1965...a time when the only glass ceiling that girls like Vicky knew about was the one in daddy's greenhouse.
Vicky and Del (no relation) are the central characters in The In Crowd (Orion 1988), a movie that I highly recommend.
While Hairspray is set in 1962 and revolves around a televised dance show for teenagers in Baltimore...
The In Crowd changes the venue to Philadelphia and moves the timeline forward to 1965. Once again, a popular local TV dance show is the focus; but, contrary to what has been written in customer reviews on the web, The In Crowd is not about Dick Clark and American Bandstand!
It is instead a sweet, nostalgic baby boomer musical that brilliantly captures the essence of Philadelphia radio and TV legend Jerry Blavat, the Geator with the Heater, and his Discophonic Scene.
Jump to the 4:30 mark of this clip and witness Del, a suburban Philadelphia teenager played by Donovan Leitch, Jr. (son of 60s folk rock superstar Donovan) as he watches Perry Parker on TV and practices his dance moves. Del's plan is to audition and win a spot as one of the regular dancers on the show. Gail, the girl next door (played to perfection by Wendy Gazelle), drops by to do what she does best - bring Del back down to earth.
Del sneaks into the studio so that he can join the cast of dancers on The Perry Parker Show. At the 7 minute mark of this clip you will find a realistic scene in which Perry Parker inspects the troops (including newbie Del) prior to air time.
Here's my favorite scene of the movie!
Joe Pantoliano, as popular Philly dance show host Perry Parker nails his portrayal of Jerry Blavat. I mean, Pantoliano doesn't just play Jerry Blavat...he becomes Jerry Blavat! Joe Panto does the Geator better than the Geator does the Geator!
Watch the first two minutes of this clip and you will witness an amazingly authentic depiction of Jerry Blavat and Discophonic Scene.
The ego...the patently pompous patter...the mixed metaphors - they were all things that we came to know and love about Jerry Blavat.
In this scene, Perry Parker barges in on Del's lit class and dispenses some of his infinite wisdom, addressing one of his favorite subjects...the pompatus of love:
The In Crowd boasts several entertaining production numbers including a musical interlude at the 40 second mark of this clip that finds Perry's yon teenagers dancing in the street to the energetic beat of "I Do" by the Marvelows:
The In Crowd is a delightful high school musical that explores stereotypes while avoiding predictability. The characters are likeable; no cynical, mean-spirited heroes or heroines to drag you down. Even the bully finds redemption. It's a feel good movie that every member of the family can enjoy. The In Crowd is available on original Orion VHS and has also been released in the form of tape to DVD-R transfers by independent companies. In recent years the movie has been presented in glorious HD on the MGM-UA cable channel. One way or another, I truly hope that you get a chance to see it!
Next time we'll turn our attention to the movie's title song "The 'In' Crowd" by Dobie Gray. I hope you'll join me!
So this Valentine's Day, I'm gonna skip the mushy stuff. This year there will be no waxing philosophical about love and romance. Instead, I have elected to change lanes and go with a bowling theme. Why? Why not?
Along with some vintage soda pop print ads depicting guys and girls enjoying themselves on bowling dates, I selected some songs that were popular on V-days during the late 50s and early 60s. As if all that wasn't enough to keep you entertained for hours, I would also like to share with you a few of my favorite bowling memories. How romantic!
Let's roll!
"Too Much" - Elvis Presley (Valentine's Day 1957)
Some of my earliest bowling memories revolve around establishments that still employed human pinsetters. As I saw it the pin boy had the coolest job in the world. Maybe he did!
Bowling alleys, as they were called back then, began changing over to fully automatic pinsetting machines in 1946, but some of the lanes that I remember visiting during the 50s at beach resort towns in Maryland and Jersey still used pin boys.
"Magic Moments" - Perry Como (Valentine's Day 1958)
"Catch a Falling Star" - Perry Como (Valentine's Day 1958)
When I was eight years old something truly wonderful happened. York's Suburban Bowlerama, located atop South Queen Street Hill, opened its doors for the first time. The Bowlerama was located only a couple of blocks from my home and it quickly became one of my favorite hangouts. (In 1958 I didn't even know that the Shady Dell existed!)
During the summer months my friends and I loved to spend scorching hot afternoons at Suburban Bowlerama because, in addition to bowling, pinball, arcade games and vending machines filled with snacks, the place offered something else that we could not get at home - air conditioning. In those days, a/c was considered by many families, including mine, to be a luxury rather than a necessity.
"Peter Gunn" - Ray Anthony & Orchestra (Valentine's Day 1959)
Wild, wacky, wonderful moments in bowling:
I once saw a bowler lose his grip on the backswing and his ball bounced through the settee and into the spectator gallery where it was caught by a guy who simultaneously spilled a cup of soda all over his lap! I saw another bowler lose his grip and roll the ball down the lane adjacent to his, resulting as you might expect in a gutter ball. I saw a ball roll into the channel, jump back onto the lane and make a Brooklyn strike! I saw a ball hit the metal sweep bar while it was in the down position, reverse course, and roll all the way back up the lane and into the hands of the show-off who launched it! I saw a child use both hands to push the ball toward the pins but it was rolling so slowly that it stopped halfway down the lane!
"Beyond the Sea" - Bobby Darin (Valentine's Day 1960)
With my antenna pointed southward I was able to pull in a strong signal from the three Baltimore TV stations, WMAR, WJZ and WBAL. Along with kiddie shows, horror movie hosts, dance parties, Colts football and Orioles baseball, I enjoyed televised bowling programs including the ones created and franchised by Bert Claster, the man who also gave us Romper Room, a show originally hosted by his wife. Remember Miss Nancy?
Pinbusters and Bowling for Dollars, which involved regulation tenpin bowling, and Duckpins for Dollars, which used shorter pins and much smaller balls, both aired on Baltimore's NBC affiliate, WBAL Channel 11.
"There's a Moon Out Tonight" - Capris (Valentine's Day 1961)
From 1960 to 1964 I loved to watch Make That Spare, the 15-minute program that featured top bowlers attempting to make difficult spare combinations for cash prizes.
Bowling legend Don Carter was my favorite. I loved his unusual technique and his marvelous skill. Around Halloween 1961, Don became the first bowler on Make That Spare to convert the nearly impossible 6-7-8-10 super split, collecting a prize of $18,000. That's the equivalent of a gazillion today!
"(Do the New) Continental" - Dovells (Valentine's Day 1962)
The most strikes in a row that I ever managed was seven. They all came at the start of a game. When a crowd gathered behind me and I heard murmurs about a perfect game I choked and came nowhere close to 300.
"Little Town Flirt" - Del Shannon (Valentine's Day 1963)
My least favorite bowling memory was the night in 1966 when I pulled out of the Suburban Bowlerama parking lot in my VW but forgot to turn on my headlights. I got as far as Carlo's Pizzeria just down the block before being pulled over by law enforcement. Seems the cops were on patrol that night looking for vandals who had recently smashed mailboxes in the vicinity. As luck would have it, the modus operandi used by the evildoers was to drive through neighborhoods with their headlights turned off.
Wrong place - wrong time! "Please remember ossifer," I pleaded. "All Dell rats are presumed innocent until proven guilty in a court of law!"
“Words and photographs could never do those dancers justice because you had to be there - in a club with great music, like minded people and loads of atmosphere.” David Meikle of Glasgow, Scotland wrote those words in an article remembering the Twisted Wheel, the legendary northern soul club in Manchester, England. Yet, Mr. Meikle could just as easily have been describing the scene at my favorite "in" spot of the 1960s, the Shady Dell in York (Pennsylvania, not England).
THE SHADY DELL
YORK, PENNSYLVANIA
The Shady Dell: Part of York County's Colorful History
What began as a home based restaurant and bakery in 1945 evolved over the next two decades into the hottest teen nightspot in York county complete with indoor and outdoor dance floors. It went beyond that. Shady Dell owner John Ettline and his wife Helen put out the welcome mat offering hospitality, comfort, support, and encouragement to generations of young people. During its impressive 45-year life span the Dell became a home away from home for countless area youth from a variety of backgrounds.
At the height of its popularity in the early and mid 60s the Dell, located on the southern outskirts of the White Rose city, was as widely known as North York’s White Oak Park ("the Oaks"), Harrisburg's Raven club, or any other youth-oriented venue in central Pennsylvania. The Dell attracted crowds from all over the region. It brought together under one roof kids from middle class families and kids from working class families - city kids, suburban kids, small town kids and farm kids.
The diverse cast of characters that constituted the Shady Dell family was a potentially volatile mix. Each of us had to find a way to fit in and get along (or risk being voted off the island). In the end, in spite of our differences, most of us learned to dance together without stepping on each other’s toes.
'Dell rats' as we were called had at least two things in common: a love of the music that played on the Dell’s jukebox and a genuine respect for John and Helen Ettline who graciously made their home our home.
GREATER THAN THE SUM OF ITS PARTS
The Dell was a unique, magical coming of age experience - a proving ground - a secluded hideaway where adolescents could develop social skills, learn to handle responsibility, and test the waters of adulthood free from the hassles of ubiquitous adult micromanagement.
SHOCKING TRUE CONFESSION: I WAS A TEENAGE DELL RAT! by Shady Del Knight
I became a Dell rat in 1965 at the age of fifteen. Disparaging rumors about the place had been circulating for years. If you were to believe the gossip, the Dell was a snake pit where bad boys and bad girls went to do bad things. Some people, including my mother, referred to the Dell as a “den of iniquity.” Intrigued by the horror stories, I was determined to get there and see for myself what all the fuss was about.
In preparation for my grand entrance, I subjected myself to weeks of rigorous training at a Shady Dell boot camp of my own devise. I grew my hair longer and took up the smoking habit. I practiced in front of a mirror until I was convinced that my stance, walk, and dancing style were all cool.
To complete my extreme makeover, I went shopping for my 'uniform' which consisted of a tapered shirt from the Hub, slacks by H.I.S., and two wardrobe essentials: a pair of blue Jack Purcell sneakers and the all-important Baracuta jacket "Made in England." Wearing my 'Cuta' made me feel so terribly, terribly British, you know. Spot on for us bird watchin' blokes, right gov'na?
'JACKS'
AN ABSOLUTE MUST...FOR DANCIN' ON DELL DUST!
THE CLASSIC TAN BARACUTA
STRICTLY CONTINENTAL, MATE!
Moment of Truth: Boy Meets Dell
Too young to drive, I made my first Dell visit happen by bumming a ride one night with my college-age cousin and two of his buddies. Clearly, none of the above was thrilled to be babysitting.
As we drove past York Hospital on South George and headed toward Violet Hill, what began as giddy anticipation was turning to apprehension. Fear of the unknown started creeping into my brain. What if the rumors turned out to be true? Would I soon be sharing a needle with a gang of rowdy bikers?
At Violet Hill, we made a dogleg turn to the right and began climbing the narrow, winding and bumpy Starcross Road. By now, my breathing had become labored and I felt queasy. It was as if, on a foolish dare, I had agreed to spend the night with Vincent Price in his House on Haunted Hill. Was it too late to leap from the car and bolt?
"I See the Lights... I See the Party Lights..."
We rounded a bend and I caught my first glimpse of her a short distance up the road. Perched on the hillside was a three-story brick house and, down to the left, a barn. The festive glow of colored lights rose skyward from an area behind the house. The atmospheric illumination, as I would soon learn, originated from strings of lanterns hanging above a patio rigged with remote speakers for outdoor dancing.
We banked to make our final approach, and I detected the percussive beat of uptempo music that was emanating from the barn and terrace and projecting outward across the surrounding countryside. We turned left into a gravel parking lot that was overflowing with vehicles. Here, in all of her rustic splendor, stood the infamous Shady Dell, my destination for the evening and my obsession for years to come!
I Found My Thrill on Violet Hill
My heart was thumping as we climbed the steps that led to the entrance and approached the admission booth. Following my cousin’s lead, I slid a quarter through the window and looked up to see a balding, bespectacled old man grinning back at me. Old? John Ettline would have been 59 at the time. I'm older than that now. Yikes!
“Good evening, gentlemen!” John delivered his cheerful salutation in a booming baritone. Immediately, my anxiety vanished. John’s warm welcome made me feel right at home. It made me feel like I belonged. Although I didn’t get it at the time, John’s presupposition that we were "gentlemen" was a clever and tactful way of admonishing us to behave accordingly.
Toto, I've a Feeling We're Not in Kansas Anymore!
From the moment I entered the compound, I was hooked. The Dell was a private playground for teenagers - a candy land - a fun factory - a safe haven where kids could congregate and blow off steam without having to worry about parents and teachers giving them the evil eye. Instantly, I became intoxicated - not by alcohol - but by a sense of total freedom. Moreover, there was a vibe in the air at the Dell that was completely new to me – an exhilarating blend of romance, adventure and danger!
Instead of placing a ton of restrictions on their young patrons, John and Helen granted us the independence teenagers crave. The Ettlines were willing to take a step back and trust our judgment. It was okay for us to party as long as things didn’t get out of hand. Most of us eagerly embraced that arrangement. If and when we screwed up, the Ettlines gave us another chance. John and Helen cut you plenty of slack, but if you disrespected them or trashed their establishment both were capable of unleashing a fiery temper.
Of Rats and Men
Contrary to popular belief, the Dell did not harbor gangs of juvenile delinquents eager to conceal their wicked deeds from law enforcement. Sorry, Mom - there weren’t any guns, switchblades or brass knuckles - no gangs, career criminals or prostitutes - just a bunch of ordinary teenagers who loved to meet, mix and mingle, dance and have fun.
Fights were few and far between. There was tacit agreement that it was our duty to preserve and protect the unique setting that the Ettlines had created for us. It required us to police ourselves to prevent incidents that would generate negative publicity or hassles with the law. Scuffles were settled quickly, often through John’s bold intervention. One of the first lessons a guy learned at the Dell was: don’t let the gray hair fool you - nobody messes with John - he’s the boss!
A Special Welcome to All Incoming Freshmen!
I got punched in the face three times during my first year of matriculation on the campus of the Shady Dell School of Hard Knocks. Apparently, a few of the guys were determined to teach me a lesson. Yet, such incidents could not dampen my enthusiasm or scare me away from the place. In fact, they had the opposite effect - they whet my appetite for more! As a Dell newbie desperate to break free of mom’s apron strings and earn respect and acceptance, I wasn’t about to let a bloody nose deter me. For the first time in my life, I felt like a man instead of a boy and I loved it. Just like Secret Agent Man, I was living a life of danger. I was addicted to the rush!
Determined to create an image that would allow me to blend in, appeal to the ladies, and avoid becoming a frequent target of the tribe's dominant males, I engaged in a good deal of posing, posturing and pretending. I decided that it would be advantageous for me to look tough, even though I wasn't. Whenever I strolled into the dance hall, I made sure that my hair was messed up, my shirt tail was hanging out, a lit cigarette was dangling from my lips, and my game face was on.
One afternoon before anybody else arrived, my best friend and I rolled around on the dance floor of the barn so that we could properly break-in our new Baracuta jackets by getting them coated with Dell dust. This drove my mother crazy. She kept asking me how I got my jacket so badly soiled. She was even more perplexed when I forbade her to get it cleaned. How could I explain to her that I didn’t want to risk weakening my status with the other guys by wearing a clean jacket?
In my mom’s day, the ideal guy wore a white sportcoat and a pink carnation. His hair was neatly cropped, oiled down and slicked back off his forehead. That look would have spelled social suicide at the Dell in the mid 60s. My goal was to look like I had just been in a fight at reform school, and if I got my uniform dirty or bloodied in combat, it was a GOOD thing.
Helen and John: Not Your Typical Mom and Pop
Even by mid 60s standards, John Ettline seemed part of a vanishing breed of men. John never called me by my first name. He always chose to address me as “Mr. Knight." John maintained that friendly formality through all the years I knew him. I’m very glad he did. John always made me feel important when he added the title “Mr.” to my name. Making insecure teenagers feel good about themselves was John’s greatest gift. He always treated young people with dignity and respect and that made them want to return it.
Along with his outstanding people skills, John possessed a photographic memory. He could always match a face with a name. He seemed to know a lot about anything or anybody that you happened to be discussing. John Ettline had a million stories to tell - all of them interesting.
Although old enough to be our grandparents, there was no generation gap between the Ettlines and their teenage guests. They seemed to remember better than other grown-ups what it was like to be young. John and Helen stayed in touch and in tune with the youth culture. Never was that more in evidence than one day at the York Fair in September, 1968. I was sitting in the grandstand awaiting the start of the James Brown concert. I turned around to search the crowd for familiar faces and there, a few rows behind me, sat Helen and John. In a year when racial tension was running high in York and elsewhere, it was remarkable to see a white couple in their 60s at a James Brown concert, chanting along with the rest of us, “Say It Loud: I’m Black and I’m Proud!”
John and Helen were cool. Young people felt at ease talking with them. Unlike many adults, John and Helen listened to us. They cared without preaching or judging. The Ettlines treated their teen visitors like extended family. They believed in the potential of every young person, including troubled youth from broken homes. They spoke to us about the value of an education and honest hard work. They sponsored athletic programs and honored America’s armed forces. They shaped young lives by instilling a sense of pride and self esteem. John and Helen went out of their way to make all of their kids feel like somebody - even those whose families were telling them they were nobody.
The Dell Jukebox: ALL KILLER AND NO FILLER!
Upon arriving on the Dell scene, I soon realized that the jukebox in the barn was loaded with the greatest, most danceable records to be found anywhere. There were quite a few songs that I had never heard before, and would never hear anywhere else. The music that played nightly at the Dell was consistently better than that being played on top 40 radio. During the mid 60s, the musical menu at the Dell was a combination of Motown, northern soul, blue-eyed soul, Memphis sound, southern r&b, British beat, girl group, American pop and folk-rock, plus a few do-wop favorites held over from the 50s.
Shady Dell regulars prided themselves on having radar for cool. Year in and year out, they discovered and popularized songs that radio stations across the country had somehow overlooked. Records that lingered near the bottom of the national chart often became cherished classics at the Dell. Forgotten flips were elevated to mega-hit status by Dell rats unfettered by the limitations of radio play lists.
Certain songs resonated with the Dell crowd to such an extent that they remained on the jukebox for years. The best example of this phenomenon is the song that I picked as #1 on my survey of the 200 Greatest Hits Of The Shady Dell. That song was still one of the most popular selections on the Dell’s jukebox a dozen years after its initial release in the 50s! That very special song, the greatest and longest lasting Shady Dell hit of all time, was "Close Your Eyes" by the Five Keys!
THE FIVE KEYS
"Close Your Eyes" Ranked #1
Del-Chords & Magnificent Men
Another mighty evergreen at the Dell was "Everybody’s Gotta Lose Someday," an intense, power-packed r&b/soul ballad by the Del-Chords, a racially mixed group from York. Released in 1964, the record was still being played heavily two years later, jamming the floor with slow dancers several times a night. Dave Bupp and Buddy King, lead vocalists from the Del-Chords, eventually merged with band members from Harrisburg’s Endells to form the blue-eyed soul group, the Magnificent Men. The “Mag Men,” as we called them, were white guys who had a passion for black music and the vocal talent and musicianship to authentically perform it. Their awesome, inspirational ballad "Peace of Mind" became the first in an impressive string of Dell hits for our hometown heroes.
Magnificent Men
HEAVY HITTERS AT THE DELL!
The Emperors of Harrisburg
Records by the Emperors, another home-grown act, were also enormously popular with Dell dancers. The Emperors, a black group from the state capital, became leading exponents of the “Harrisburg sound,” a blend of r&b, soul and Latin influences. "Karate," the Emperors’ best known recording, was the first of eight raw, funky, organ-driven numbers to achieve hit status at the Dell in 1966 and 1967.
THE EMPERORS
DELL ROYALTY - THEY RULED!
End of an Era
Once addicted to the Dell, I pretty much lived there until the fall of 1967 when I left York to attend an institution of higher learning. Over the next four years, I visited my Dell family whenever possible during holidays, spring breaks, and summer vacations. My stint as a Dell rat officially ended in 1971 when I found a job in another city and moved away from York for good.
My final visit to the Dell came in March of 1984 when my career took me out of state. My last piece of business before leaving was to drop in at the Dell and say a final goodbye. I entered the house to find John sitting on a stool at the lunch counter reading the newspaper. “Well, hello stranger!” John bellowed, rising to his feet and extending his hand. “Long time no see, Mr. Knight!" After shaking hands with John and exchanging a few pleasantries, I inquired about Helen. I was stunned to learn that she had passed away a few weeks earlier. I never got the news! John and I stood alone in Helen’s snack bar, reminiscing about the good old days and lamenting how much things had changed since the Dell’s golden era.
After a brief chat, I excused myself and walked down the sidewalk to check out the barn. The old dance hall was dimly lit and nearly vacant. The only customers were two boys with shoulder length hair standing by the jukebox with a couple of girls. No music was playing. The place was dead - or at least in the final lonely stages of life. If it had been twenty years earlier, the joint would have been jumpin’. The four young people eyed me suspiciously. Is this guy a narc? I put myself in their combat boots and realized that the sight of a stranger in his mid thirties was probably making this new generation of Dell rats uncomfortable. I promptly exited the barn and returned to the house to bid farewell to John.
That night marked the last time I ever saw John or entered the Shady Dell. I made one final pilgrimage in 1988 when I returned to Pennsylvania to visit my parents. I drove up to the Dell one afternoon with every intention of going inside. I’m sure I would have encountered a smiling John Ettline who would have immediately remembered my name. Yet, I never got out of the car. I chose not to enter because I didn’t want to further contaminate my memories by seeing how much older John looked and how much more dilapidated the Dell had become. All I could do was sit there in the parking lot gazing at the barn, the house, the bench, and the steps to the admission booth where the whole journey started. My mind flooded with a thousand memories of the people, the place, and the time of my life.
John Ettline closed the Dell in the fall of 1991. He died at the beginning of 1993. John’s family auctioned off the restaurant equipment, signage and other Dell paraphernalia in the spring of that year.
(Mike Argento's 1993 article in the York Daily Record was used as a reference source for portions of this cover story.)
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