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Bunny Trail

Before honoring a Bird, it housed the Bunnies. Such is the saga of 28 S. Light St.

By Brennen Jensen (Baltimore City Paper, 8/19/1998)

Photo by Jefferson Jackson Steele

Since 1993 the slender building at this address has been adorned with the looming likeness of Oriole Cal Ripken Jr. A sign company occupies the storefront beneath Cal’s feet. Before that local clothier Jos. A. Bank sold suits there. And before that–for a dozen mad, glad years–this unassuming building was the Baltimore Playboy Club, local outpost of centerfold king Hugh Hefner’s silly, salacious empire.

Adjust, if you will, your mind-set to a time before brassieres were torched and the word “sexual” was teamed with “harassment.” In a stretch of years bookended by Eisenhower’s second term and the Summer of Love, Playboy Inc. was a cultural force. The original Playboy Club opened in Chicago in 1960, just seven years after “Hef”–failed cartoonist and erstwhile circulation director for Children’s Activities magazine–launched Playboy magazine with borrowed cash and three nude photos of Marilyn Monroe. The members-only club (you paid $50 to become a “key holder”) offered cocktails, eats, and entertainment. But the real draw were the Bunnies–women in satin corsets with bunny ears on their heads and bunny tails on their heinies. Within a year the Chicago Playboy Club had locked in more than 106,000 members.

From this initial hutch other Playboy clubs bred like, well, rabbits–opening in New York, Miami, Los Angeles, and points in-between. Baltimore got its Bunnies in 1964 (though not without public protest from some irate local ladies). Bunnies reported to a Bunny Mother and boned up on Bunnyhood via a 44-page Manual. (“Your proudest possession is your bunny tail,” it informed. “You must make sure it is white and fluffy.”) The manual was penned by the director of Bunny training–Hef’s younger brother, Keith, whose previous claim to fame was starring in the Baltimore kiddie TV show Mr. Toby and His Tip Top Merry Go Round.

Continue reading “Bunny Trail” at Baltimore City Paper.

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Confessions of a Baltimore Playboy Bunny — Part Two

Ultraswank.net Interviews Playboy Bunny Sharon Bernstein Peyton. 

In 1964 when Sharon Bernstein Peyton was 18 years old she worked as a Showroom Bunny at the brand new Baltimore Playboy Club. Join Ultra Swank as we continue our journey into a more stylish, sexy and sophisticated world as we venture behind the curtain with her to mingle with go getters and high rollers.

Working as a Bunny must have made you mature faster and experience things you wouldn’t have experienced otherwise. Do you think you would have been the same person today if you never worked at the club?

The Playboy Club was an intense and sophisticated environment, a different world, where I was exposed to many new things. It probably did cause me to mature faster. I learned to apply the, “Fake it till you make it” method. I acted sophisticated like I knew what I was doing until I gained more expertise. This question is very important to me because I believe that this experience had a very meaningful and lasting impact on my life. I don’t believe I would be the same person if I had not been a Playboy Bunny.

There were three significant benefits to being a Playboy Bunny.

The first is that as a Playboy Bunny in the 1960’s, I was a member of a small group of women who were considered, “sex symbols” and received special attention. Even now, 47 years later, people are still interested to know that I was a Bunny. This elevated my sense of self-confidence and self-esteem. For me this training and experience was a kind of finishing school. It gave me a sense of poise that hasn’t diminished in all these years.

The second important benefit was that, not only was this big business, this was show business. Working as a Bunny established my lifetime interest in the entertainment industry. Within a year of leaving Playboy I was married and the co-owner of my own night club business, the Bluesette, where I managed a rock music club, jazz club and booked music talent. Over the years, I also added a passion for mass media, and worked in radio and TV broadcasting, public relations, advertising, and the record industry.

Finally, the main reason why this job had so much impact on me was the fact that this was my first, full-time permanent job after attending college for one year. I was a clean slate. This was a very successful corporation that permeated the culture I grew up in. I carefully observed everything there was to study. I was most impressed and influenced by the fact that the Playboy Club was completely focused on providing superior customer service.

Everything was highly organized to accomplish that goal. Every detail was anticipated down to the last toothpick. I emphasize toothpick because we had custom made black plastic toothpicks that were used for the drink garnishes. When and how they were used was specified, in detail, for each type of drink.

My training as a Playboy Bunny had a permanent effect on my life. It provided a springboard that launched me into the rest of my business education and career. It provided me with learning lessons that calibrated everything that followed. Once they trained me to provide superior customer service, I would never be satisfied in my professional life to provide any customer or client anything less than that. In my personal life, it also set my expectations for how I should be treated as a customer. I expected to receive superior customer service, also.

In retrospect, as I look back over my career, I can easily find the thread that connects my Playboy experience to everything else I’ve accomplished. Throughout my career I applied what I learned as a Playboy Bunny. This translated into my motto for life, “If something is worth doing, it is worth doing right, the first time”.

Baltimore Playboy Club Living Room – Bunnies Dance on Piano Bar (Photo courtesy of Holly Royce)

Working in a place were many “go getters” and “high rollers” mingled back in those days, you must have some fascinating stories to tell. Did you ever get to interact with celebrities or famous people?

The only national celebrity that I met, who was not associated with Playboy at the time, was Al Martino, the singer. This occurred one day when I was working the lunch shift in the Playmate Bar with another Bunny who had met Al Martino during her previous job as a stewardess. He stopped by to visit her. Since most of the lunch business had tapered off, and we weren’t busy, he hung out with both of us for a while. He was very nice and charming, and interested in magic. Somehow while we were chatting, he managed to remove my cuff and cufflink from my wrist without me realizing it. I thought it was funny.

Before the club officially opened to customers, we had a special event inside the new Club. This was an “invitation only” party for Baltimore’s local dignitaries and celebrities. My significant memory from that night was an encounter with a well-known and highly respected Baltimore jurist, Judge Solomon Liss. I was wearing my very long, dark brown hair naturally flowing down my back. I began to walk near him when the crowd slowed me down, and I was paused next to him. He reached out and collected some of my hair in his hand and said to me, “This is the most beautiful thing here tonight”. I was very flattered because I was proud of my hair.

In addition to working inside the Club, there were outside opportunities for Bunnies to meet local dignitaries or celebrities by participating in promotional and public relations events. As an unpaid promotion I participated in two softball games. The first one was with the City Hall Press Corp/Journalists, who were local celebrities.

The second game was with the City Sheriffs who weren’t known to me as celebrities. However, their ad hoc leader was Jack Pollack, who I recognized as a local influential and notorious political boss. As you might imagine, these weren’t intended to be serious ball games. The Bunnies were no match for a team of adult men, so we changed the rules and won. Since I was rather athletic as a kid, I was pretty good at softball. During our first game, I got a triple with bases loaded and got my name in the newspaper as Bunny Sherrie.

Continue reading “Confessions of a Baltimore Playboy Bunny — Part Two” at Ultraswank.net.

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Denise Gets a New Pair of Glasses

Denise wouldn’t listen to us—the people who live here—but she had a change of heart in front of someone who will put her exploitation of real Baltimoreans in several million living rooms.

By Rafael Alvarez (Baltimore Patch, November 7, 2011)

When I was growing up, my father would sometimes give my brothers and me considered opinions and sage advice on things he thought we should know. If he sensed we were stubbornly resisting or simply not paying attention—which was often the case—he would summarily end the lecture with one of his trademark waterfront maxims.

“You better wise up, Ace.”

We often didn’t and paid the price. Not from Dad, who was and remains a kind and gentle man, though he has his limits. The piper we paid was the world, which cares for us not at all.

Yet when someone outside of the family—sometimes the older brother or even the father of a friend—gave the exact same advice, it seemed to make sense. When this contradiction fully dawned on me, I vowed I would never doubt my old man again.

Why could I not have listened to someone close at home and saved myself a lot of pain?

It was this lesson that came to me when I heard that Denise Whiting, the owner of an embattled restaurant at the corner of Roland Avenue and 36th Street in Hampden, had finally capitulated on her legal claim to the word “Hon.”

After almost a year of saying—vehemently, angrily, stubbornly—that she had done nothing wrong in taking a trademark on a word that means more than words can say to generations of Baltimoreans, Whiting announced yesterday that she’s giving it up.

In that year, hundreds of Baltimoreans from all walks of life had expressed hurt, anger and no small amount of disgust that anyone—no matter the reason—would do such a thing. We let Whiting know, as my Polish grandmother would say, “in no uncertain terms” that her decision was a slap that would not be forgotten.

Said one woman from Southwest Baltimore who counts a baker’s dozen worth of hons in her lineage:

“We weren’t exactly being coy about our feelings but her arrogance would never allow her to accept a reality that differed with her own. If she wanted to know how Baltimore felt, all she had to do was step outside of her restaurant.”

And then Hollywood showed up in the person of Gordon Ramsay and his popular reality show called “Kitchen Nightmares.”

Ramsay not only met with Whiting and her staff in preparation for a show on how one three-letter word could sink an otherwise successful business—Whiting acknowledges revenue losses of up to 25 percent since the controversy began—but also had a powwow with a handful of locals who explained the depth of the insult.

Denise wouldn’t listen to us—the people who live here—but she had a change of heart in front of someone who will put her exploitation of real Baltimoreans in several million living rooms.

I don’t buy her very public mea culpa anymore than I believe that politicians who get caught doing dumb things resign to be with their families.

Once an opportunist, always an opportunist.

But I will give her this benefit. Maybe the price she has paid—and some believe her enterprise will be defunct before 2012 has come and gone—will teach her the same lesson that the teenager at the top of this story had to learn.

Listen to the people who know you best and follow suit.

She might begin apologizing to some real grandmothers—working people who couldn’t afford to eat in her restaurant in the first place—and do so without a camera in sight.

I was taught in Catholic school that the best good deeds are done in near anonymity.

I was taught this: “You better wise up, Denise.”

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