The Coolidge examiner., 1934-08-10
LIBERTY SONG
8
By THAYER WALDO
G. by Mcclure SewHpAprr syndlea,s.
WSu Service
"HE man In the officers chair
ii a fresh cigar and angrily
dung the match aside.

-i4As We @Ak NeEE hAAk4N~ Tor some
won bum 20 be dragged In on the
streets It's the d--dest thing
ever heard Of"
Stuart Booth eyed him oontemp-
tuously and said nothing.
Fiberg made a gesture OF con
clliation.
Now listen. Nick" he begged:
be reasonable little. couldn't
you? Amt the only chance we got
worth anyhow try
Yes: I should think. Hormell."
Booth put Ia coldly. "that after all
tho fumlng you've done over this
part, you might see how my sug-
gcstlon works out before you start
Grabbing"
The director twisted swiftly
around In the chair TO face him.
swapping:
Look here Stuart; never
agreed 10 this Wild notion of yonrs.
and I won't pretend TO now. Here
we have scene that needs an OPP
cratic star. and you talk 'em into
going after n dago banana peddlcr
you've heard yodelIug behind his
pushcart II I'm expected TO en-
thuse over that--well. It's a laugh.
that's all"
"All right: now vel Just add
the rest OF Il: you want an Italian
tenor. yet you can't afford anyone
big for such a small role. There's
no foreign language singer avail
able on the lot. so where are your
Stuck And then when oYer the
one idea that may solve your prob
lem. you beef"
Well" Hormell grumhled. 1t
simply doesn't sound sensible. II
he was going into a chorus.
But the mans got 20 do SOLO
and"
Hey. look Z" Flberg had turned
toward the sound stage entrance.
rs that him7"
hN NktsfNh SIS ANM aA8AA&1-
Just inside the door stood 1T
tie round man In haegy trousers
and a gay lavender shirt
Ills great mop OF black curls was
uncovered and the olive moon face
beneath showed gentle pcrplexlty
Stuart Booth went forward. call.
ing
Hello. Pietroi Come right over
here"
The Lailn's teeth CLEANED IN
wide slow smile.
"Ah. Slgnor Boot You send for
me. So Dey no tell me-Joos, say.
You PIctro Pasqualef Come % da
studio don't know what ees. but
here ! am"
Hormel had approached and
was staring critically At the Ital-
ian.
Before Booth could speak again.
he said curtly:
"An right, Tony. let's hear you
sing"
The small dark man gazed up
with polite ineompreheuslon and
replied:
Excuse. plees: da name she's
Pletro. an don't know joost what
you talk. Maybe you Joke. siy'
Keep still a minute" Booth said
sharply TO the director: give me a
chance 10 explain 10 him. !.
Listen. old timer; we're in a fx
here. you can help Us out and. In
cidentally.Amake yourself flfty dol
lars for a couple OF hours work
just singing
The fellow made a quick little
bow and said:
Sure. sure: she's made me very
happy 10 do sonnet 'eengs for you"
The set across the stage. how
ever. had caught his eye and he
started 20 wander OF toward II.
The actor grasped his arm as
Hormell let out a snort Of exas-
peratlon and demanded:
"well. are we going through with
the farce. or is this gentleman just
a slghtseer1"
That's what I'm saying" Fiberg
agreed.
"He acts like he was doing US
a favor. What's the big ideaT'
Pietro met the producers scowl
with grave dignity.
Excuse. plees," he corrected:
"she's only for Signor Boot I do.
eet."
Fiberg gaped incredulously a mo-
ment; then:
Say. what's the matter from
you?" he yelped.
"Nobody's asking you should do
anything gratis. Fifty smackers
you get for Just one song-eyen II
You don't sing very good. maybe :"
Again that broad calm smile
spread over the swart features.
THAT ees all right. signor. I'm
love 10 seeng. anyhows."
Once more he commenced 10
stroll away. Stuart Booth cried:
"But, Pietrol II has to be done
this afternoon-right now -
The italian halted at once,
mildly shocked surprise entering
his expression.
"Oh-si? Excuse, plees; I'm not