The Washington times., 1934-09-18

time for a murmured aside as
the youngsters with their auto
graph books attacked him:
"This is what the movies had
done for mel" Nor must a
luxurious car which drew up in
front of the theater be COM
pletely ignored, for out Of it
tumbled the handsome Lawrence
Tibbett.
Tuesday night brought a
choice Of Owen Davis "TOo
Many Boats" or Tight
Bitches" an intriguing tag
which drew me to the Avon,
where / stepped myself deep in
Moth Ca'lina "hippens" and
"swivvetys" and suffered with
the haraSsed Ulys Palmer as he
tried to find Gods way. Later
to the Riviera, where Mr.. Nor.
ton DOwney does not forget to
sing his favOrite Irish Eyes"
while responding tartly to a set
q bibulOus hecklers, who would
much prefer deep River" it
appears.
Back to toUn, I drop into
Leon and Eddie's aDith no more
serious objective than to note
1Dhether the tireleSS indnimdte
gentleman In the corner is still
ttreLeSSIy ipGnimGte in the same
corner. Here Golfer Bea Gott-
heb and her bridge-erpert BRIDE
groom of q 1Oeek, Charles Mar
tell, enter, and I sit with them
patiently for much of q quarter
hour as each explains the truly
dtUtne bliss of Dedded union.
Early that afternoon the desk
clerk at the Edison is unusually
Soltcitous as a Sweet-t1ced young
girl and q tail, not unhdndSone
tDomGn stand near By. The be.
reGUed Marine Loon1iS and her
mama.
With the rest of the town we
troop over to Mrs. Elmer Rice's
BelaSco Theater Wednesday
night to study her husbands
latest dramatic lesson, "Judg-
ment Day" and it delights and
thrills us for all its broad
splashes of wild hysteria. I am
somewhat dismayed upon pick
ing up the papers the following
day to find that I am chiefly
alone, for the. critics do not find
Mr.. Rice's piece to their liking.
The representative audience in
cludes Miss Fannie Hurst, Ken
yon Nicholson, George S. Kauf-
man, Lillian Gish, Grace George,
William A. Brady, Chico Marx,
Carl Van Vechten.
Milton BerIe Spot
Later the Club Kentucky, a
r0wdy, ,cOlOrfuI spot where a
breezy yOungSter named Henry
YOungman carries on in the Mil
ton Berle tradition and is at his
best when heckled, which is
practically every minute. Berle
himself is present and spends
most Of his time singing into
Belle Bakers willing ear words
from q song which he insists
he wrote himself: Gust say
the word and it'll turn to love,
Love at its best merely is q test,
To see If hearts are rarely
blended" 81 WISH" murmurS
Belle, "you could come to Lon.
don with me, Milton" do not
recognize everyone Of the pa.
irons, and perhaps it is just as
well; but, in one corner, sits Joe
Lewis, the comedian, and, in an.
ether, Abe Attell, and, at an
other, Bee Palmer.
And speaking of Bee Palmer,
It Is at her inSistence that we
gather Harry Akst and invade
the glamorous Onxy Club Thurs
day night to hear the divinely
inspired pianist Art Tatum,
whose pianistic rhythms, am
assured, will do something to
the heart and soul of me. But,
alas, the SightleSS and talented
Tatum has departed early this
evening, but there are the Six
Spirits Of Rhythm, colored boys,
who fill the place with their
wild syncopations. Percy Ham
mond. Godfrey Parsons, Lew
Brown, Yermi Stern. and ret
Kramer join us, and the Palmer
lass recalls days gone by in Chi
cago when the goose hung high
and Hammond once spoke to
her.
There enters at this point Mr..
AL StegeI, and a broadway
situation IS upon US, for Mr.. Sic.
gel 1D1S once Bee PGlmer'S huS-
band and mentor, and noU they
do not speak. Thursday night
] prefer to dine at the TaUern
and note how quickly young
Billy L1Httf las fallen into the
1UGys OF his late papa, eUen to
the genial greeting and the same
type of genial Solicitude.
Mr.. Hamilton Fisher, we'll.
known cartoonist. is overcome
with Joy at sight of me and
! starts to rush toward my table,
| but halts as he perceives Mr..
! Jimmy Dunn, of the Hollywood
cinemaS, seated with Mr.. Ted