Jerome Zerbe, best known as the society photographer at the zebra-striped El Morocco, took up residence as the “personal director” of the Brazilian pavilion’s restaurant. At his new locale he continued taking pictures of the “photograph-conscious whoop-de-do folks.” Zerbe defended the nightclub set: “Nightclubs are to cities just what country clubs are to the towns.”

The Brazilian restaurant remained open from noon until midnight on Sundays – a rarity on the grounds.

Forty-four Brazilian birds exhibited at that nation’s pavilion spent the winter in the Central Park and Barrett Park zoos. After a second year at Flushing Meadows, they took up permanent residence in their winter quarters.

The Brazilian restaurant defied the fair’s rule that only servers from the native country work in their establishment. Upon examination, a newsman discovered to Scandinavian young women, both residents of New York City, serving coffee during his repast.