New Britain herald., 1930-06-27


 songbirds are flying from America to their native lands, consequently the ships concert-usually terrific yawn-was unsteady an event. Such singers as Giovanni Martinelli, Met ropolitan tenor. shivcred the ships timbers with booming notes.
 There were also Pavel Ludikar. Metropolitan basso; Antonin Tran toul, French tenor; Alexandre kur- ganoff, fthe Philad delphia opera; Pierre Luboshutz, pianst; Jean Be- detti, cellst of the Boston Sympho- ny; Paul kochanski, violinist; Maria kurenko, soprano, and Maurice Twain, composer of My Man" and "Ta Rouche."
 Each responded freely and the suave Henry Sell as master Of cere- monies collected sS0o--a record amount-which will be turned over to the charity fund for seamen or phans. I have somehow always be- leved these orphans breakfasted on caviar and played with jeweled toys judging from the huge sums raised for them.
 But I am told the money Is iu- dicially and wisely expended, The most poignant lines eve rwritten, l think, were those penned by Pierre Loti in his "Pecheurs d'Islande" as ] a glowing tribute to the widows and orphans of the brave men who go 1 T i,o T. And all the hours of the day passed. one after another, and all inc hours of the evening, and all the hours of the night, and all the hours of the morning. As she counted the days when he ought 10 have been hack. q wild terror seized upon her She did not want anymore to know either the dates or the nanies of the i days"
 1 am told, too, that the financial plight Of the majority of grand opera stars this year is similarly tragic. With few exceptions they were caught in the market crash innumera ble completely wiped out and in debt. And with the ponu- larity of grand opera at low ebb the future is dark, But they twlt- tered magnificently.
 In a few holrs the good ship will be warped 10 the dock at Le HaYre and those of US from back home uilI be vulgar foreigners" It has been the smoothest crossing ever ex- perienced, and if I don't neglect to pack the lower section of a pair of silk paiamas or something, 1 am content. And may come again.
 My irreprassiblc pooch, Billy has morning habit at home Of lesping 10 the middle Of tho floor, stretching and yawning something that sounds 1 like "Yee-oo- or ork.' rolling over and over and scooting himself along on his back. But the roll Of the ship ! cramps his style. He makes the ef i fort. sits on one haunch mystified 1 and cocks his head q,lizzically like i the dog in the talking machine ad. Sometimes I think he is positively 1 ridiculous.
 One Of those crisp talking bank CTS met Enda Ferber the other morning and tactless!y observed; T f have read about 40 pages in your novel 'Cimarron' and dent like it al all" Miss Ferber offered sympathy and walked on. This morning he stopped her again and in a gale Of i enthusiasm said the book had kept i him up all nieht-proving SO en- thralling. Miss Ferber by the way, strikes one as a most unusual New York literary celebrity. She has not only never met Texas Guinan, but 1 has never seen her.
 | Al lunch today I overheard one of the Palm Beach chattcrers who speaks of America as the states talking to very British couple al a nearby table. He was one of those Earrulous whelps with @n Argentine slick to his hair and flair for loud
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