The Washington times., 1933-08-30
THE VOICE OF
broadway
SNAPSHOTS AT RANDOM!
BY Louis SObOI-

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ness about that part of Man.
haitian which you strike as you
come rolling down the end of
Washington Bridge-high up
On the cliffs are those stately
buildings, almost like the Par
thenon at a lightning glimpse,
and down below toward your
right the Hudson, refulgent
under the sun and beautifully
alive with small and large
craft. The impression van
1sheS as you hit the Drive
proper, in the traffic jam-but
the beauty of the Hudson lin
gers to the end of the ride
it's at your side as a reminder.
Thursday night, with much
misgivings, for I have fought
shy of hotel roofs this season,
I drift into the st. Moritz Sky
GardenS-and from columns
tic viewpoint am amply re-
warded by spotting at a terrace
table three interesting folk
interesting in that the three
are amicably together.
Don Francesca Caravita,
Prince di Sirignano, otherwise
the eight-or-nine days husband
Of Janet Snowden, who left
him after five days. Caravita,
I say, with Marian Snowden
Ganet's sister, and Marian's
Prince RoSpigliosi, which may
or may not indicate that a
reconciliation is being arranged.
1.-The suavest comic of them
all, Julius Tannen, is present,
and a handsome, gray-haired
gent, Herbert Rawlinson, of the
films and stage, tells a rather
antiquated story but smiles, so
1t doesn't count.
I remain long enough to hear
q divine violin solo by one of
the most talented violinists of
today-Jules Lande-and to
watch a new dance by Ramon
Rosita and several dances by
Minor and Root, after which
Leon Belasco, the orchestra
leader, breaks a few Syllables
and twists a few consonants in
Producing celebrities present
and I take my departure.
Monday night at Lee Chum-
ley'S, where a pretty girl named
Betty BOrst, with considerable
singing talent, settles down at
my side and asks just what in
my opinion must a girl do to
get somewhere in Manhattan,
for here, it seems, she has been
on the radio and receiv-
ing excellent notices, but still
the breaks fail to come. It's an
old story and none of us has the
formula.
It's cOpybOOk stuff to preach
"wOrk hard and keep working
hard and success will be yours"
for I've seen too many cases
where hard work didn't mean a
thing-nOt until after some
fluky streak of luck had
brought about the "big break"
it's true, "hard work"
did bring some reward. AS for
me, work very hard, night
after night, going to speakeasies
and night clubs and my only
is a headache and a
nasty muddy taste in the mouth
the morning after.
Wednesday night, with the
rain pouring down in buckets
full, I pushed my way into the
Astor Theater for the film
premiere of Dinner at Eight"
and was duly impressed with
the Importance of the stars, in
cluding Marie Dressler, Lionel
Barrymore, Billie Burke, John
Barrymore, Lee Tracy and
others. From which you must
not conclude that I did not
like the picture-I found it
eminently satisfactory and en-
joyable. The audience was i'm
pressive, too. Tallulah Bank
head looked rather shabby and
tired, but it may have been the
poor light.
Helen Hayes blocked my path
for almost 10 minutes while
conversing with Colleen Moore,
but I forgave her. for she is
my pet actresses. For
the first time in years, I came
across Charlotte Greenwood at
an opening. Doris Warner