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ORDER
insult TO TESTIFY
Reed Committee Also Sub
poenaes Others in SIuSh
Fund Probe.

The Reed slush fund committee to-
day issued subpoenas for Samuel IN
sull of Chicago and other witnesses
who refused to testify in the sena-
torial primary investigations in
Illinois and Pennsylvania.
The subpoenas are returnable Mon
day. The witnesses are to appear be-
fore the Reed committee. They will
be given an opportunity again to an
swer the questions which they de-
clined to answer before.
If they fail to purge themselves of
contempt by answering these ques-
TORS, then it is the purpose of the
committee to seek their punishment
for contempt.
Call on Senate.
In that event, the Reed committee
will call upon the Senate itself to act
in the matter. Either the Senate will
undertake to punish directly the re-
calcitrant witnesses or the matter will
be turned over to the United States
district attorney for the District of
Columbia.
In addition to Samuel insult, the
public utilities magnate who contrib
uted 1925 900 to the campaign fund of
Col. Frank l.. Smith in the Illinois Re
publican primary, the witnesses sum-
mOned by the Reed committee are:
Robert L. Grove, States attorney in
Chicago, one of the leaders of the
troweBarrett faction of the Repub
lican party in Cook County; Daniel IT.
Schuyler, attorney for Samuel insult,
and Thomas W. Cunningham of Phila-
delpllia, treasurer of the State Repub-
lican committee. who testified that he
gave $4,000 to the primary campaign
fund of William s. Ware.
Will Call Witnesses.
A report was submitted to the SEN
ate last week by Chairman Reed of
the slush fund committee, laying be-
fore that body all the facts and the
testimony of the recalcitrant wit
nesses. 1t was then announced that
resolution would be brought into
the Senate today by Senator Reed of
Missouri. and it was understood that
the resolution would then call upon
the Senate to deal with these wit
nesses. At a meeting of the COM
lnittee today. however. it was de-
termined first to call the witnesses
before the Senate committee, and
determine whether they were now
ready to answer the questions.
For several weeks, particularly
since the decision of the Supreme
Court in the Nal Daugherty case. up
holding the power of Senate commit
lees to summon witnesses. the mem
oers of the Reed committee have been
considering what action should be
taken against insult and the others
who refused last year to testify be-
fore that committee. 1t has been free
" stated that the committee would
move against these recalcitrant wit
nesses and would ask their punish
ment if they did not purge themselves
If the alleged contempt
SAME RAU \ ArS NvISCuNC
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Would Discontinue Pamphlet.

The Senate committee provision
would require the disseminating of
this pamphlet and directs t..4t a fist
of the property to be sold. showing
the amount due on each parcel. shall
be advertised in one morning and one
evening newspaper in the District.
1t is further provided that hereafter
the usual notice that Is carried in the
newspapers for three successive weeks
shall state that the detailed list OF
property to be sold has been published
in two newspapers, giving the name OF
each and the date of publication of
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tU s Weather Bureau Forecastl
Partly cloudy tonight; minimum
temperature. SO degrees; tomorrow
fair and colder.
Temperature-~High Sc at noon
today: lowest. 30. at am. today.
Full report on page 81.
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, her afternoon performance that next
day and stood blinking almost dazedly
| at the dim alley. 1t looked strangely
/ bright to her, that alley: a sort of
| golden light suffused it. An hour.
| She had an hour. AS she stood
| there. blinking a little, she was like
a prisoner who released after long
years of servitude, fights the i'm
| pulse to creep back to the gray walls
! that so long have sheltered him.
SO Sally thought, We'll, / guess I'll
! go right home"
But she didn't. Instead she began
, to stroll in a desultory manner down
Clark Street, looking in the windows.
She was conscious of q sensation of
eXhilaration of buoyancy. Clark
| Street, took on a fascination,
sparkle, a brillance.
So Sally Quail, in her new freedom.
strolled eXulting, staring into the
| windows, stopping before some Of
them.
| She was thus engaged when Nixon
approached her, breathing a trifie
rapidly, as though he had been run
ming She showed. queerly enough,
no surprise at seeing him. He feel
into step beside her,
II didn't see you go out. l was
getting dressed. You must've jumped
into your clothes"
Sally laughed, and together they
strolled to her hotel, where he said:
"See you tonight, Miss Sally"
"See you tonight"
There were the usual questions, the
usual answers. How many curtains?
How much applause? How was the
house? Was the head-liner still
high batting her?
The evening show.
Nixon wanted to introduce a song
into his act. No he couldn't sing, he
told her. Not what you'd call sing.
But you know. One of those coon
songs. Kind of fresh up the act. He
asked her advice about it. He hung
on her answer Her decision. Sally
Quail. for whom everything was de-
cided. Sally Quail, who never was
allowed to do anything for any one.
Everything done for her. No one
allowed her to do for them. Not her
capable martinez mother surely. 1t
was sweet to have someone depend
ent on you for his decision; some
one who thought your advice valu-
able-not valuable only, but invalu-
able. She was riding straight for
catastrophe. was Sally Quail, with
out ever being warned of the road.
| THEY watched each others act,
matinee and evening. She was
| there Just the moment before he went
! on-that moment when the vaudeville
actor sets himself" for his entrance.
| She had seen them do all sorts of
| things for luck to last them through
the concentrated Is minutes of an act.
Nixon, sprung from a long line of
acrobats, black face minstrels. hooters,
always went through a little series of
meaningless motions before the final
second that marked his entrance
music. There was little preliminary
cough, a shuttle, a backward glance
/ over his shoulder at nothing. a
/ Strengthening of the absurd hat, tie,
coat: a bunch of the shoulders, a set
! ting Of his features--all affording re-
lief for strained nerves. Click, He
was on, walking with that little eXag-
geration of the negro shuttle, his arms
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" HEY say there never was such
funeral in the history of
New York's theatrical life.
The list of honorary pail
bearers sounded like the cast
of an all.star benefit. And as for
flowers. A drop-curtain of white
orchids: blanket of lilies-of-the-valley.
a pillow of creamy camellias; sheaves
of roses; banks of violets. Why. the
flowers alone, translated into money.
would have supported the Actors
Home for years. Everything was on
a similar scale Satin, where others
have silk: silver, where others nave
brass; IL. where ordinarily there are
six, And her mother, Mrs. Quail t'Ma
Ouaii"-and the term was not one of
affectionl swathed in expensive mourn
ing through whose~transparencie you
somehow got the impression that she
was automatically counting the house.
In the midst of ii all lay Sally Quail.
in white chiffon that was replica of
the dress that she always wore at
the close of her act. Sally was smiling
a little: and those lines that she had
fought during the past 10 years-the
tiny lines that, between 80 and 40.
etch themselves about Woman'S eyes
and mouth and forehead--were wiped
out magically. completely. What 10
years of expert massage had never
been able to do. the Mysterious Hand
has accomplished in single gesture.
You almost expected her to say, in
that thrilling voice of hers:
81 will now try to give you an imita-
ton of Miss Sally Quail at 90. Miss
Sally Quail at
90" And it had been turned out to
be an uncanny piece of mimicry, en-
bodying not only facial similarity but
something of the soul and spirit as
well Though, in this particular imi-
tation, according to the Scriptures,
soul and spirit were supposed to have
fed.
Crushed though she was by her sor-
row. it had been Ma Quail who had
seen to it that this, her daughters
last public appearance, should be as
fiawless as all her public appearances
had been. A born impresario Ma
Quail. During the three days proceed
ing the funeral she had insisted that
they come to her for sanction in every
Arrangement, from motor-carS to min
lister
"Sally'd have wanted me to-" she
explained. she always said: Mother
knows best
OF course. lot of people know that
Sally Quail's real name was Louisa
Schlagel. Not that it matters. The
Schlagels. mother and daughter. had
come from Wisconsin, propelled rapid
ly by Mrs. Schlagel. Between Wiscon-
sin and Chicago. ILL.,, they had become
Mrs. Quail and Sally Quail. respective
~. Mrs. Schlagel had read Hall
Gaines THE Christian" Both book
and play of that name were enormous
ly in vogue at the time. She had
thought the heroine's name lovely
sounding thing and had, perhaps al
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Carried Away by Some Bad Music

est men ought to begin to own up
about it.
Especially is this so, because the
truly musical people themselves don t
seem to enjoy music. On the con.
trary, they suffer. ! hear them dis
cussing it afterward and find that the
aria was upside down. and the tempo
of the third fugue was atrocious. But
in the plain bad music that l am &C.
customed to--as, for instance, when
the three darkies sing in parts my
Old Kentucky Home" there is no
tempo that l ever heard of and hence
there is no trouble. AS to the aria
well, / don't think it's used on the
mouth organ, anyway. All l mean is,
if l fail to make myself clear. that /
like bad music.
For the Summer enjoyment of real
ly good bad music give me the open
air One of the best cornet players
know needs not only air. but half a
mile of water. In fact, distance, and
plenty of it. is perhaps the chief re-
quirement for the enjoyment Of bad
music.
Thus it has always seemed to me
great mistake to have the performer
and the audience in the same hall.
Music at a distance of only hundred
feet has no real chance. The ear
fields every note. On the other hand,
if the audience-or the performer
could be sent half a block down the
street, the effect would be heightened,
softened, in fac lowered end, as it
were, raised.
The street piano is an instance in
point. All the best performers are at
their best when stationed two blocks
away and around two corners. So
with the music of the Summer time
heard out of doors. In the case of my
friend of whom 1 spoke in cOmmenc-
ing we all feel that the melody of his
cornet playing increases with the dis
lance. Each time we hear him we
beg him to add to the effect.
There are perhaps q few exceptions
to the rule. The paying of the con-
certina, for instance, should be di-
rect, hand.to hand struggle. neither
giving nor taking quarter. The jews
harp and the ukulele also should be
fought out on the spot.
But mostly-where have / wander
ed to? All that l was trying TO say
or TO prove was at this time of year
especially little music even of n
humble character heard out of doors.
across the water, at distance. is
wonderfully soothing, especially if
there is a strong wind the other way.
tCopyright, 1927
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-09-11
By Edna Ferber

Kiper that, when he does that, he loses
friend every time. But I'm going tC
tell you, just the same. You've been
a wonderful mother. TO that kid, but, il
you're smart, you'll let her alone now.
Let her paddle her own canoe little.
Give her a chance. What if she does
run on the rocks little, and bump
her nose and stub her toe" He
was getting mixed in his metaphor.
but his sincerity was undeniable.
You're crazy" said Ma Quail.
sally can't get along without me.
She's said SO "a million times, and it's
true. She can't get dressed without
me. or make up. She can't go on
unless I'm standing in the first en-
trance. She'd be lost without me.
"Yeh. Well" He made a gesture
of defeat. "All right, Ma. You win
Only when she leaves you. don't come
around and say | didn't warn you
Ma Quail stood up.
And let me tell you this, Mr..
Kiper When the day comes that
you'll offer my Sally twenty-five hun
dred a week, and she'll turn ii
down"
''You'U turn it down, you mean," in
terrupted Kiper.
''All right, I'll turn it down. But
just remember the time when you re-
fused to star her for five hundred "a
week You can tell the story on your
self if YOU want to. You're probably
just fool enough"
Which is no way for a stage mama
to talk to powerful and kind-hearted
theatrical manager. But. as it turned
out. he was wrong and she was right,
in the matter of predictions.
REN K1PER. seeing that he had hit
- home, decided he might as we'll let
Ma Quail have both barrels and make
an enemy for life. He was interested
in Sally's career. And he was wise
old fellow. Ma Quail was fastening
her furs, an angry eye on the door.
Now. listen. Ma. Why don't you
let Sally loose from those apron-strings
you've got her all tied up with? Let
her fall in love and break her heart.
and pick up the pieces. and marry, and
have. terrible time maybe; and fight,
and make up. and get"
Ma Quail was at the door. Sudden
~ her face was darllly stamped and
twisted with jealousy and fear. sally
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Searchlight and Fog.

IT will be noted that on a. foggy
night the beam OF a searehlight
seems abruptly to come to an end if
the light be pointed upward. On the
other hand. If the beam be directed
horizontally. it will gradually fade
away into nothing. Why should the
vertical beam behave in this curious
way? The reason is not far to seek.
Where the end of the beam seems
to be at just that point does the fog
end, for the beam cannot be visible to
us unless there are small particles in
its path. This circumstance is of
great assistance to sailors in Judging
the state of the weather, since they
can determine the thickness or depth
OF the fog. They can also tell, by
throwing the beam horizontally.
whether the fog Is Of great extent or
whether it exists only in patches. If
the fog extends a great distance. then
the beam will become gradually more
and more dim. II the fcg exists only
in patches, then the beam is lighter
in patches; and If it proceeds through
place where there is no fog at all
that part of the beam will be black
or invisible. s
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those who KNOWS not music at all.
I find by experience that this Is the
highest praise that my musical friends
can give.
On the other hand, am free to con-
fess that have no ear for good music
not when it is really good. BY this
1 mean the kind of thing that you
hear at an expensive evening concert
where powerful-looking man sits
down in front of small piano and
tears the heart out of 1t for an hour,
or when an Italiano superbasso sings
20! quar- Amor and people from
Mauch Chunk, Pa, shout "Bravi." or
when an orchestra of hundred pieces
raises competitive hades in grand
opera. I don't say that good music
should be prohibited by law, but hon.
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fought the Gerry Society. got hear
ing, wrote her husband that she was
not coming back-and the career OF
Sally Quail was started.
To the day she died there always
was something virginia. and untouched
+ looking about Sally Quail 1t was part
of her charm. At 20 she looked IL.
At 25 she looked 20. AT 80 she looked
25 At 35 she looked 80. under that
new overhead amber lighting And
then, then, at 80, suddenly she looked
80. Though she was massaged and
manicured and brushed and creamed
and exercised and packed in cotton
wool, she took On, in some mysterious
way, the appearance of the woman or
whom we say that she is well pre-
served
For 25 years-from Is to 40-noth-
ing could prevent Sally's progress. for
the way was cleared for her by her
mother. That remarkable woman
pushed on as relentlessly as glacier.
Here was this girl who could sing
little. though she had no voice; dance
little, though she had too long legs
act little, though her dramatic gift
was slight, mimic wonderfully. NO
one ever made more out of little than
did Ma Quail. She fought for con-
tracts. She fought for plays. She
fought for better spot always in
vaudeville and. even from the first,
Sally never closed the show. 1t was
years before Sally became real head
liner in vaudeville, with the stars
dressing room and her name in lights
over the entrance. But her mother
surrounded her with all the care. the
glamour, the ceremony Of stardom
She was tireless, indomitable, inescap-
able. Press agents featured Sally
just to escape her mother. Managers
and producers received her with KIND
| of bitter admiration, recognizing this
I iron woman as one against whom
| their weapons were powerless.
Now, look here, Mrs. Quail" they
, would say in desperation, you don
| expect me to star a girl that hasn
| got the stuff for it," Then, in antici
! patton of what was coming. Now
| wait a minute! Wait a min-uate'
! | don't say she won't. after while
| Shes only a kid. She'll grow. Prob'ly
| be a great artist some day. She's a
| great little kid. that kid Of yours
Though it was, perhaps. old Kiper
himself speaking, here he fioundered
Ma Quails steely glance ran him
! through. "Only what?"
A heartening champ at his unlighteo
cigar. "Well--uh--how old is Sally
now? Between us, you know. i
mean-how old is the kid?"
Nineteen"
Him. Twenty.one. huh. Ever beer
in love?"
Ma bridled. sally has always hat
a great deal Of attention, and the boys
| ali"
"Ye-e-e.s. know. Has she ever
been in love-
"SalIy's never even been kissed
She
. Ben Kiper brought one fist dowr
on his desk. "Yeh, and why! No Eel
labs going to kiss a girl when hei
mothers holding her hand. Now, wal
a minute. Don't get huffy! I'm tell
{ ing you something for your own good
and nobody knows better than Bel
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most unconsciously, appropriated its
cadences for use in her daughters
stage career. GLORY Quayle :.
Glory Quayle. Sally sally
Quayle Sally Quail . that's it..
Sally Quail. That's short and easy to
remember And you don't run into
anybody else with a name like that.
THERE'S no doubt that If it hadn't
been for this tireIess general and
tyrant. her mother. Sally Quail would
have remained Louisa Schlagel to the
end of her days. Though her natural
gifts had evidenced themselves even
in her very early childhood, it had
been her mother-that driving and re-
lentless force-who had lifted her to
fame. That force of Ma Quail's, in
terms of power units~amperes, kilo-
watts, pounds--would have been suffi-
cient to light a town, run factory,
move an engine. The girl had had
plenty of spirit, too. at first. But it
had been as nothing compared to the
woman's iron quality. If ever a girl
owed everything to her mother, that
girl was Sally Quail. She said so fire.
quently. So did Ma Quail.
When Sally was 40 she died of ty-
phoid after an illness of but few
DAYS. You were a little startled to
learn this. Somehow, you had never
thought of her as a mature woman,
perhaps because she had never mar
ried, perhaps because of her mother s
unceasing chaperonage. All her life
she was duennaed like a Spanish in
fanta. Through her mothers tireless
efforts Sally Quail had had everything
in the world, except two things.
When Ma Quail was Mrs. Schlagel
she had been the wife of Henry
Schlagel. than whom there was moth
ing less important. Even Mrs. Schla-
gel couldn't make a success of her
husband, though she had early turned
the full battery of her forces upon
him; had tried to bully. bride, cajole
threaten. nag, scold and weep him into
it. She was fiercely ambitious
woman, but there was no moldine
Henry. He was spineiess.
Louisa was born six years after
their marriage BY the time she was
years old the mothers Of the neigh
horhood knew just where to find then
offspring any Summer evening after
supper. They were certain TO be gath
cred under the corner arc light witt
the Junebugs laundering and humping
blindly all about and cracking undel
foot while Louisa Schlagel recitet
Little Orphant Annie" and sans
"Jolly Old st. Nicholas" with ges
tures) and gave limitations of thu
crowds respective papas and mama
with uncanny fidelity. Stern parenta
voices, summoning children TO bed
died away unheard on the soft, Sum
nier air.
Sometimes an irate parent woul
Gene marching down to the corner
only to be held in thrall.
II was absurd, because she was
plain child. thin. big-eyed, sallow. Il
the time she was II she was speaking
pieces at the Elks' Club ladies' eve
ming and singing and giving INIT;
lions at church sociables and Is. /
suppers. Her father objected to thu
But his wife was tasting the fruits
axiumph She had aou1a one 70 mar
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age, some one to control, some one on
! whom to turn the currents of her di.
| recting energy. BY the time Louisa
was Is her mother was demanding 81
a performance for her services and
getting it, which was as much of a
triumph in that day and place as was
the So .000-a week contract she consum-
mated in later years. At 10 the girl
was a longIegged, gangling creature.
all eyes and arms and elbows and
Quckilyl soft brown curls. She had no
singing voice really, but the vocal
organ possessed a certain husky tonal
quality that had in it something of
power, something of tragedy, much of
flexibility. And when she smiled there
was something NEST engaging about
her.
x X X x
TT is difficult to say how her mother
l. recognized the gold mine in her.
She induced the manager of the local
vaudeville theater to let Louisa go on
one Monday night in an act made up
of two songs and three limitations and
one dance that was pretty terrible. 1t
was before the day of the motion pic
ture. The Bijou presented vaudeville
of the comic tramp and the Family
j OLl Val wy NpdiiNlNiNiiCu III cNINSNAi
these there appeared this tall gawkX
girl. with terrifically long legs and a
husky voice and large brown eyes.
The travelling men in the audience,
hardened by the cruelties of amateur
nights in vaudeville, began to laugh,
But the girl finished her opening song
and went into her limitations. She imi-
tated Mansfeld Mabel Hite and Rose
Coghlan. all OF whom her mother had
taken her to see at the opera house
The one-ni2ht stand was flourishing
then. We'll, even the travelling men
saw that here was an unusual gift.
Something in the sight of this awI-
ward, white-faced child transforming
herself before their eyes into the
tragic mask of the buxom Coghlan. or
the impish grotesqueries of the clown
Hite. or the impressive person of
Mansfield moved the beholder t. a sort
of fearful laughter. Still, it car not be
said that there was anything spectacu-
lar about her first appearance on a
professional stage. The opinion was
that. while the kid was clever, she
ought to be home in bed.
The trial served to crystalline the
half-formed plan in Mrs. Sch!agels
mind. She took the child to Chicago,
lied about her age, haunted such
booking offices as that city afforded,
bounded the vaudeville managers,