Imperial Valley press., 1936-04-15

first citizen of Van Buren, Ark, ana
squire of the bazooka. is another OF
the radio personalities TO catapault
from the Rudy Vallee hour to emf
nence. A recent poll elected him
the outstanding comic broadcast
find of 1885.
He was a small-time clown pick
ing up SIS or $40 here and there
around Los Angeles a year or so
ago. Last spring he decided to try
for the big stuff and in broken
down flivver lit shuck for New
York. He got on the Vallee program
because his hill-billy front tickled
Valee.
Then he went over to the Paul
Whiteman show and began to climb.
Today he's with the Bing Crosby
outfit and receives $1,000 a week
for the same drawing back country
CAB he used to peddle for S25 top.
He also has a 400 a week movie
contract to fill.
He shows every sign of remaining
a garmouthed, square toed country
boy. Still driving his rattle-de-bang
car. occupying the same S275O
month walk up he rented when ar
irving on the coast Ard cllngS TO
a hook-on tie that is something OF
a lulu.
The derby. or hard hat, almost
ridiculed to oblivion, is touted to
become the what-ho chapeau next
Fall. The renaissance is due entire
ly to news shots of King Edward
revealing the iauntinesS of his tav-
orite bowler He wears it with such
tilt and dash that squirt was given
the derby trade in the closing winter
months. The seasons only gray der
byist was twigged by Lucius Beebe.
He was Raymond TWyeffort, who
not only sported pearly dicer but
a morning coat to match and caused
the avenue to turn to stare in its
stride along that enormous trench.
Two of the celebrity look-alikes
are Frank Scully, who concocts the
fun for the invalid books, and Dud-
ley Nichols, whose movie script won
the recent Academy award. Not
only is their resemblance startling,
but they are boon buddieS in their
rounds Of Hollywood.
SticklerS for brevity will find
something to applaud in a wander
past 437 Pearl street, where tailor
window bears this lettered handi-
work: -Prsg-Repg.
Those versed in the towns goingS
on say the most indefatigible party
attender is the glossy Conde Mast,
the publisher. In turn he corrals
some of the most notable celebrity
round-ups at his Park avenue pent
house. Aside from attending three
or four teas each afternoon, he is
invariably host or guest daily at
luncheon or dinner, a confirmed
first nighter and rarely misses a
premiere of a supper club. On the
thither side of so, he's what StyliSts
ticket a sartorial natural, an expert
dancer and with it all an uncannily
shreWd man of business.
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Sherwood Anderson, Theodore
Dresser and other fictional disciples
of despair have found inspiration
visiting the Jersey marshes, where
bleakness attains a Windblown des-
olation and blood hound melan-
choly that banishes all cheer. Seen
in the ghostly gray of twilight, the
wild, Soggy and tangled stretches
of seeWeed are eerie in their sweep
of emptiness. And 5here is a damp
sticky aroma that reels the thought
with suggestions of hobgoblinS, vul-
tlireS and shivvery hingamajigS.
Mystery story specialists generally
agree the all time high in this field
has been achieved by Wilkie Collins
With The Moonstone" I have put
off reading it as one so often post