The Washington times., 1936-11-28
ACTOR SINGS
IN BATHTUB.
!
HOWEVER
BY LYDIA CALVERT
CHAPTER 6
"T'H have you know I sing
very well in the bathtub. You

tinue the interview. Tall, broad
shouldered, with that ever-present
brilliant smile, his teeth are white
as glacier-ice-h is the son OF
Apollo. Radiantly healthy, rested,
well.fed. The porcelain tiles must
have reverberated extra well this
morning.
'Music? love it. I used to
play the cello, you know. Still
do occasionally"
Indirectly it was music that led
Robert Taylor at last to Holly
wood. But that is part Of the story
yet to come. Now he is still a
young lad in Beatrice, Neb., play
ing baseball, swinging tennis
racket, swimming with his COM
panions. Bob said:
: LIKED TO RIDE
'T did all of those things but
no better than anyone else. The
only thing l really thought
was better at was riding-yOu
remember GypSy-weu / learned
Q lot from her."
No child then, or now, has ever
escaped the query What are you
going to be when you grow up?"
and at the age of IL this problem
confronted our hero. There had
been a discussion amUng the boys
concerning the future. That eve
ming he approached his mother.
He asked her:
what will I be when I grow
up?"
With wisdom she answered him.
Opportunity will lead you to
that. Men don't decide as q
rule, what they will be. Cir
cumStanceS decide for them.
WORDS SOLACE
He thought a great deal about
this. Every time indecision about
his future came into his mind as
he grew older, those words were
a solace to him. Of all the
people in the world, the truth OF
them was most applicable to him
though he didn't know it then.
But this philosophy of his
mothers didn't mean that she
allowed him to go his own way
completely like a wild thing.
With great tact and restraint she
placed the right things in his
way and encouraged him to &C
cept them. If he didn't, all right.
What good to force him if it only
made him miserable? It was
that way with music.
One day a pianist came to Bea-
trice and set up a little studio. He
advertised a course Of piano les
sons for children and Mr.. and Mrs.
Brugh decided to expose their
young son to the course and see
what would happen.
He took to it quite happily.
Twice a week he went with his
music to the pianist's studio and
in less than two years he was play
ing fairly well. But boylike when
he had mastered it, the piano lost
some of its charm for him. There
was a new kind of music that he
yearned for. It came from the long
curved throat of Silvery horn and
It was far more fun to play.
With youthful enthusiasm he
went after the saxaphone. Sitting
on the edge of his bed after schooI
hours he would blow the long,
soulful blue notes into the sedate
atmosphere of his home. Down
stairs his indulgent parents sat
and tried to read. They looked at
one another first with mild dis
taste then with downright deter.
1nination. His mother quietly put
down her book and mounted the
stairs. Soon he was studying the
cello.
First Lesson
To Lincoln, Nebraska, he went
for his first lesson.
He wasn't much bigger than the
great cello but as he drew the bow
across the strings for the first
time there was something in the
grace of the hands, the quality
of the note that issued from the
rich instrument that made Profes-
sor Hubert H. Grey nod with ap-
proval.
'"YOu say he has never had any
experience with the cellO," he
asked the parents.
'FNOne."
"He handles the instrument as
It should be done. think per.
haps, he will play. We shall
gee."
Robert did play. In the strings
Of the cello there was buried the
keynote of the symphony of his
life. Professor Grey may have
thought with delight he had a pro-
tege to develop, but still and silent
somewhere in the room, hovered
invisibly Lady Luck. Her plans
were made for him, and she was
Jealous of the cello.
First Love
About this time, Robert tells
you, love smote him for the first
time. It was puppy love Of the
most ardent kind. First love"
was to follow a year or two later.
A smile creeps to his lips.
"She was pretty all right and
I had it bad, I can tell you.
With chin in hand a Sentimen,
tai look comes into his laughing
eyes.
"Her name? Darned if 1 can
remember it,"
To Be Continued.