The evening world., 1914-12-05

eral sections, but they all empty into
Broadway in the Riaito district. 30
thither I wended my way and the
first man Of my acquaintance met
was ]. J. Rosenthal. exponent OF the
dollar drama and husband OF Rather
inc OsterInan.
.z,' Jake" ! !! .aid. have you ever heard
Haven't heard much Of anything
else lately" he replied. frowning his
glasses of his nose.
Apparently you don't Ike It."
He led me to the curb. Say" he
said, IL could write one like 1t every
day before breakfast. I once wrote
one that had II beaten a mile"
"You--a song writer?
sure. It's easyi Mine was called
The Fellow With the Drum showed
It TO Nose Gumhe Of Remicks.
HE beat lei"
WHERE NOSE oUMBLE LOST A
WINNER.
mo. He said they only published
march songs In March. Didn't seem
to get IT, at all. THIS 10 the way the
FIRST verse went:
The soldier ,tI hoy y x, SSs Am, n.'Ohins to
Tn.yd SAID socdby 70 mother dear.
And that va. soins snme.
They had. 10 whip the cnny.
Were likely to get shot.
But whsu 4 came 70 msc.ins ds"h
t tsgS y! %s' s :: s'sf la aG Shave.
Listen, Jake!" said. III Moss
Gumble turned that song down ha
lacked Judgment. Any man who has
q neighbor he hates would
"sure he lacked judgment" said
Jake. "That's what told my wife
and she said, Papa, you're right
Where you going?"
"Tm going over and laugh At poor
Nose" said. And away went. On
the next corner met Mike Cohen Of
the Gambler Theatre. Mike looks like
q song writer. but I'd always heard
his speciality was winning cups In
tango contests. However, decided
"Mike," I said, II wish 1 knew
where could get . good song for an
actress friend Of mine"
Listen" he replied. "Could she
use anything ioiks this?
fl' aoa y So : :s';l q T. ss s:s:.'
But 9 s.s.t 9ds1 g 'o:s''
e,::; To- :: e.. =. .|: S :s.: y T.
by Jove!" / said. II forgot TO put
tho cdt OUT N"o '""s VIZ "noIe
escaped.
Herbert Farrar was very frank
about It when I asked him II he had
ever tackled song writing. Il wrote
one when was In school In Ho.
boken," he said. land they're still
singing It over there. Ever been in
HObokcn?"
"No." I replied. "but thats not tho
reason. Slip mo q sample Of the
HosoKEN iovL WAS NEVER
FINISHED.
Herbert didn't hesitate. He cleared
his throat and began TO emit . lyric
something like this:
We HIM ss!1s 70, 70. s sss : A'nn"
which, II 49,, s.s c "a y nos saSG.,
she wss q maiden. svsst and suss----"
A minute later i mot Fred Ward
four blocks UP the street. "Fred,"
said. why don't you write tho songs
your vaudeville stars sing?"
"Say." ne replied. You're Just the
here ! may offer Adele Richie.
=. Ont IN IN. Esnm,si one night,
Whom bsg father csept up.
AZ "a so: " e. az: ' :s-:.s ss' had A..
'Hold on a second" said.
whats wrong"
"Meter!"
mo! You don't get me. He didn't
have to meet her. He was swinging"
"They swung the wrong man." !
said. Henry Young. who was with
Fred. laughed right out and while
Fred was expostulathg with him, ]
went away from there,
Bert Feibelman was my next VIC
tim. There isn't much of q peP.
centage In song-writlng 20 ] couldn'1
figure bert az a concocter OF dittier
Just the same. tried him. /.
Bert" I said, II hear you writa az
George M. Cohan's songs for hi, !,
How bout ~" u
mo, siri" he replied. Thsn In =
confidential tone. "but ] can WrA
songs, Here's a lyric once fixed rbr
fpet my darling Isn. IN
We were In tho lobby OF an of
building. An elevator was Just gc4e
up. 7 stepped inside and left EEnn
| tapping one foot ON the floor and n
ting his hands together,
\. '4ep leeei" J eaid - tAe Dllet2