New Britain herald., 1929-10-03

merry fellow who combined the dual role of Danjoist and enter tainer
 Sort of chatty tonight, aren't you?' Len observed joculGrly. "Hal a row with your best girl? Who is it? Not the cute thing in red who made such a flying dash towards you this evening? Shes some Ritz baby. Hear she has money, too. Boy, you're lucky.
 And picking up his banjo, he commenced singing.
 Yes, sir, that's my baby. No. sir, don't mean maybe. Yes, sir, that's my baby now."
 "Oh, for heavens sake, don't you get enough yelling to do all day?" growled Ray.
 But Len merely g~inned and went on singing.
 "Oh, I loved her in the morning, l loved her at night. l loved her in the evening when the stars were shining bright. I loved her in the springtime and 1 loved her in the fall. But tonight on the top dec!. l loved her best of all"
 But this. to Ray, was the last straw It was the very tune to which he and Barbara had specially liked to foxtrot n the old days.
 He stood over the little fellow menacingly
 If you don't shut up. I'll brain you,' he said in q voice that car ried conviction.
 With that he turned off the lights and threw himself down onto his bunk.
 But, of course. he did not sleep He had no hope of sleeping with that scene with Barbara still vivid in his mind.
 He wished that he had never taken this particular job, wished Barbara had never been aboard, wished. But what was the use of wishing?
 Of course, it was out of the cues. ton, his marrying her. Barbara Landon and penniless saxophon. lst-a situation good enough for the comic strip. Besides, it was not as though he We're necessary to her.
 In no time she would be marriel to some rich fellow who would look after her, perhaps the Englshmar He was a dumb-bell. that English man. not good enough for Barbara.
 Then he tried. seriously, to think who was good enough for Barbara, without succeeding. She was so sweet or had been in the old days
 Now he could not see that she was changed, although she had told him that she was, and even if she were, what of it? Had he not changed too? He had been d queer fellow when Barbara had first n,t nm; shy Tn crowd, preferring 10 spend long hours al the piano or with a saXophone than going to places with the rest of the gang. But Barbara, during the short time they had been together had changed all that, and his life since had completed what she had .cgnr.
 When he had recovered from the first shock of his fathers suicide hn had gone directly to the Canadian woods, where he had worked for n season as lumberjack. lie had liked the rough open-air ll:". but gradually, as his spirits revived. he came to ycarn for the life to which he had been accust omed.
 This longing was intensified lv the fact that out there in the wilds there was no place in his litA for his music. At college, the bows had considered him a genius because or the spontaneous manner with which he could improvise jazz. Jazz was in Rays blood, he adorcl it. almo't putting it on a pedestal and Worshlpplng it, and from boyhood he had dreamt secretly and con- tlnuously of the day when he could put his own compositions before an apprcciatiNe public.
 A year later he went to Chicago, where, in order to provide himself With the essentials of fife. he washed dishes at night in cafe teria and devoted his spare mo- ments in the day time to compos-