Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1931-03-12

and as simple as is Whistler's of hi
mother.
: Its artistry was SO sheer that on
forgot the artist because the artist ha.
forgotten himself. The great voice wa
timbered like an organ under q maste
hand. 1t Numbered. 1t became tremu
lous. 1t played the simple aria of
married life so happy that it was no
conscious OF its happiness. And tn
words dropped through the air lk'
jewels in irridescent melody. Its ef,
feet?
Nathan Guirmack, the man who's,
"honoah" went into every package o.
his food, tuned in, as was his custom
in the office every morning because hi
liked to hear how good his own fooc
was and because Harold Endicott's
pure English hypnotized him.
"Goot!" He nodded. his hands over
his vast paunch. And then Harold
Endicott depressed.
Nathan's mouth dropped slowly open
and q flush Of anger covered him like
q rash.
"Ach! Vot Is It! Dees Ganif-'
He grabbed the telephone. Get me
de WOIU." He Numbered. The death
less love song poured out to him. He
relaxed. He thought Of Rachel. The
good Rachel who had borne his chill
dren. He should give a mink coat to
q worthless little blonde! What he
should give was Rachel q handful OF
diamonds. He grabbed the telephone
again. Meier mind WOIU. Get me
my home. Is dot you, Rachel. Oh,
mine heartSen-sure papa lofs you-
am I listening to dot man now"
Down on Tenth street In his own
speakeasy, Micky Hannigan boredly
busted of the bar while he imperSon-
ally watched a helpless drunk writhing
in alcoholic torture. How did q guy
get like that? His idle eye fell or the
radio. Guess he'd have q shot Of jazz.
A golden voice poured out and told
him Of the love he bore his wife.
Micky started to switch him of but
held his hand. The golden voice was
telling him how wonderful Katherine
was. Well, she was at that. He paused,
listening, and thought Of the day he
married her. She va a beauty. No
kiddin'. The belle of the district. He
went to the telephone and dropped q
nickel. This you kid-what ia hell
are you cryin' about-sure, I'm listen
In to him right now-sure it's the way
I feel about you-and that mouse I
hung over your eye last night is out
sure. I'll buy the kid a scooter. III
buy him q goat II you say So"
Morgantheau, the general announcer
for that period, heard Harold Endicott
start his rhapsody and hurried to stop
him. But he hesitated as he thought
Of his own wife, Hazel. He really
didn't appreciate Hazel half enough.
He wasn't really giving her the best
kind Of a break. He ought to take
her out more to shows and things,
quit playing so much poker himself.
But how did that little wart know how
he felt or ought to feel about Hazel?
Marie Lennon, Of the Lennon sisters.
broke into tears.
isis. did I OF did I not tell you that
he was q swell guy? Listen to him!
He's q canary singin' like an eagle!
Gee! I may take Johnny up on his
at that. Married life must
oe wonderful"
Within two hours the startled sta
ion "a swamped with kilograms and
delivery letters and the tele-
lhone operators were threatening to
luit. Stratton, the station manager,
lever knew how many housewives and
husbands there were in the
world.
The messages were coming from as
ar west as Pittsburgh. They wanted
o know all about Harold Endicott.
Who was he? Why hadn't he broken
nut like that before7 Could they get
lis picture? Could they meet him?
Would WOIU ask Mr.. Endicott to tell
about fifteen thousand women) how
. get her husband away from another
And the only n who wasn't sur
'r1sed vas Emily. She was thrilled.
Certainly! Wasn't he talking to and
bout her? And wasn't he the grand
st nan In the world? And to think
e came to her BY Air!
You've heard Harold E~ndicott, OF
purse. If the name doesn't mean any,
hing to you, he's WOIU's Happy
husband" and one Of the highest paid
ado artists in the world.
Pretty good, isn't he.
Copyright: 1881: BY Charles J. McGuirk)