Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-09-06

boy, in the midst of tossing
verbal brickbats to an
assembled multitude, exclaimed
God knows how much owe TO
Joe Cook and Ed Wynne!"-which,
it is said, so alarmed some of his
admirers that they dropped what
ever they had in their hands pre-
sumably not earthenware) and
stared at him for some minutes
in stony silence.
The fact that Mr.. Dresser, Amer
ica's foremost authority on the
deep and perhaps dull tragedies
of the lower strata, could so far
forget himself as to pay tribute to
some of the lighter moments of
life seemed to these WorShiping
yes men" a very odd idea indeed.
Supposedly man of somber mien,
filled with a cloudy whatsoever"
disposition. Mr.. Dresser has invali-
ably exhibited himself as one who
laughed at laughter and hugely
enjoyed tears.
Now, however, that the truth is
out, and that such a man of pro-
digiouS talents openly admits that
comedy as we'll as sorrow filters
through his veins, there is cause
for much at-throwing in the
streets. Candidates for similar
statements have been seen APP
pearing in the larger alleys wait
ing for such glad-given eulogleS,
and word from Hollywood indl-
Gates that much grief is there
among the comedians, who, while
having made ordinary mortalS
laugh, yet seem not to have pro-
duced so much as a giggle from
Mr.. Dresser.
WHILE whistles blew and traffic
w hurrahed and the great burly
subways of New York blasted
birthday greetings to Mr.. Dresser,
as he in turn DOTTED his mantle
before the Cook-Wynne shrine,
locally there was cause for similar
explosions. For, close at hand-ln
fact, in the very center OF our
turmoil-one of the ableSt come
diennes of HOLLYWOOD, Polly Moran,
was giving forth great glad cheer.
Miss Moran, admittedly not such
a favorite with this department
until the recent Politics" now
looms high as one of the ableSt
laugh-giverS in the kingdom
Whether you believe it or not,
she can be funny at 1890 in the
MORNING. feat of no uncommon
size when you remember that
most stars alarm clocks don't go
off till soon after the noon gong
Miss Moran. was not only funny
then, but she had a laugh for
every minute of the day-even in
those wee small hours before her
entrance" when lipStick and
greaSe-paint were doing their
darndest otherwise.
x x X
"HOLLY WOOD" said Miss
Moran, casually ensconced
on her dressing room sofa, looking
more like a human being than SO
per cent of her $4,000 a week
sisters. lis a city of mortgages and
moving vans. ANY time of the
day you can see q van moving IN
and someone moving out. Mort
cages are stacked high on the
roofs - everywhere, except, OF
course, on my house, which is
about as big as an"
Asked whether she enjoyed the
life, she smiled and said, "Oh, its
grand" Did she think it wa:
easier than the stage? Easier?
Sure. Why I feel like a rag when
I come off the stage here" (yor
may remember she was at the
Palace last week. land out there
why, you chat with the director
one minute, do a scene, have an.
other chat, do a scene, have your
tea, do a scene. Oh, it's lovely
Why I've shed long honest-to.
goodness tears during a scene anC
the next second been laughing
with Marie over some fooliShnesS
One of the commonest remark
heard in the middle of tea party
is oh, I just died terrible and
sure enough, out there in the mid.
die of lights, music and whatnot!
Miss Crawford may have beer
throwing her soul away to heaven
and in a jiffy she'll be with US
drinking tea, and then out there
dying terrible again"