Another contribution by John Callahan.
Off to the side of the bar was a small dance floor. To give you an idea of how small, the Steinway baby grand piano took up about half the space, so not really a dance floor but more like a place to plant your feet while gathering around the piano with a cocktail in your hand. One of our piano players, John Gilmore, worked on the side from time to time with a jazz trio, and the bass player had been in Lawrence Welk’s Band.
Now for those who don’t know, Lawrence Welk was a bandleader, accordion player, and an icon of early television. He was famous for producing “champagne music,” a ‘lite,’ bubbly alternative to the more aggressive sounds of Glen Miller and Duke Ellington, and his conservative, non-offending aural pablum keyed a thirty-one year run for his show, The Lawrence Welk Show, one hour each week on Saturday nights, most of that stretch on ABC.
As for Welk the man—by all reports, he was a pretty decent fellow: married to the same woman for sixty-one years; shrewd but honest businessman who paid his musicians well (and on time!); and (interesting fact) took Communion everyday of his life.
But the one thing Welk was famous for, after his music, was his accent. He was born in North Dakota in an entirely German-speaking enclave, and he never fully conquered the English idiom. His malapropisms and confusion of even the simplest of colloquial phrases, which came to be known as Welk-isms, became his trademark and endeared him to his fans. And they never failed to crack up his band members.
And now we come full circle back to John’s bass player and to John himself, who related this story. One night, while speaking to the bassist, John pressed him for some inside Welk gossip, hoping to rake some dirt on a man whose reputation was impossibly immaculate. The bassist paused for a moment, then said, “Well, there’s this:
“We were at midweek rehearsal one night when Welk comes into the studio and gathers us around. Something was up. We could tell by his demeanor. Generally easy going, we had seen this look a few times and we knew it meant business. He began to speak.
“Now what he meant to say was: ‘Ok men, there have been some problems in rehearsal, so you had better be on your toes or I may have to pull you of the show.’ But what he actually said was, and I am totally serious, ‘Ok, men, pee on your toes or I may have to jerk you off!’ There was not one lunch left in our stomachs by the time we got done laughing.”
Apparently, Welk realized his error, laughed along with them and no one lost his job. And we got a Welk-ism you will never find in the history books.
Beejorama 
An entire error of Hollywood history has folded.The entire essence of it’s glory is fading into the archives of stagnate online chronicles. These are true life experiences of these two bartenders who spent over a decade working behind the bar at “Jimmy’s” in Bevery Hills . One of the most exclusive restaurants to the the stars the world has ever known.