The Washington times., 1936-06-23
THE VOICE OF
Broadway
By LOUIS SoBoL
Little Known Facts
(AbOut Well Known FOlks)

Peggy Hopkins Joyce-"Do you
know" sighed Miss Peggy Hop
kins Joyce, only the other evening
or perhaps it was last year. II
am getting very tired of this gay
life. So tired of the night clubs,
champagne, stupid escorts, amor
Gus companions-so very, very
tired! So tired of all these use
less jewels and baubles. I wish
do wish-I could meet a nice
young man whom I could marry.
We would live in a little white
cottage with green shutters and
green lawns and flagstone paths
and morning glory running up
and down the front and back
porches.
mo Servants-I wouldn't want
q single servant. Just do the
houSework myself with my own
hands. And every night, just be-
fore twilight, I would run out to
the little white gate with the
green trimming and wait for him
to come home. There he would
be, walking up the road-he
wouldn't have a car-and would
fling my arms around his neck.
Wait a minute, darling he would
say, I have little surprise for
you He would reach into his
pocket and pull out a little pack
age, and in it would be the big
gest, greenest emerald in the
world-juSt for me-e-e!"
Lucius Beebe-JounaliSm'S bon
vivant Gas the saying goes) tossed
a party at his hotel suite the
other night-a helluva party, to
be too utterly frank. It was in
honor Of young Mr.. Tony Will
liamS, who was to take Miss Peggy
LIE Boutillier as bride. Champagne
was the order of the day, and
Mr.. Beebe had an inspiration. AS
each toast was drunk, guest we're
to hurl their empty glasses against
a beaver board partition, espe-
cially erected for the occasion. AS
the glasses shattered tinkingly,
musically against the board, there
were songs. Also shouts and
few hilarious remarks.
Then came a lull, interrupted
by noises somewhere in the dis
tance of another room. Noises
that sounded SuspiciouSly like
glasses being broken. Mr.. Beebe,
as becomes a good and generous
host, took his time about investi-
eating. Finally, in the most casual
fashion, he sauntered toward the
direction Of the noises. There he
found one of his guests whooping
it up in a gay fashion. Between
whoops, the tipsy boy ran a broad
paw along a string of Mr.. Beebe'S
costliest, gold-rimmed champagne
glasses in such manner as to pre-
cipitate them to the floor, where
they scattered themselves into
tiny fragments. Mr. Beebe ar
rived just as the last OF his 200
costly champagne (alSo brandy
and cocktaiD glasses had been
smashed. Sometimes" sighed Mr..
Beebe, as he surveyed the wreck
age, II wish I were vagabond
on the high road - without a
friend-not a friend in the world"
Jack Pearl:-There is a far
away look in the eyes of this
favorite comedian as his hands
cup themselves around his nightly
glass of beer. Jack Pearl has a new
ambition, and for the first time In
their thirteen years as Broadway's
ideally welded couple, there is q
slight disscnsion between Pearl
and his lovely bride, Winnie. Jack
has determined to become TRACE
dian. The decision, thus far, has
cost him in potential earnings
close to a quarter of q million dol
lars, but that doesn't disturb the
affable fellow, for he is adequately
enough fixed to live comfortably
If not luxuriously for the re-
mainder of his life-and the lives
of his subsidized relatives. Money
is not everything" insists Pearl.
"Art-the cry of your soul-the
surge within you-those are what
we call life. I want utterance for
the things that are within me
my heart cries for expression-my
lips form ludicrouS gutterals and
spill wisecracks. Vas you dare,
Sharlie?'-and for what?" The
beautiful Winnie purrs: "For
money, Jack-lots Of money"
Jack surveys her sadly: "Au my
life I've been an idealiSt-now you
want me tc be mercenary. I feel
tragic-I want to be tragic. An
other beer, waiter"