St. Paul recorder. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1934-2000, 1936-06-05
Personalities
By Nell Dodson


ing, truckin', play acting, and gen.
eral foolishness. Somebody got
the bright idea of staging an anna
teur show, and the idea caught on
in one-half of nothin'. Henry
Thomas was Master of Ceremonies,
and the audience sat under the ap-
pie trees out at Wright's lovely
place while the show went round
and round. Horace Bell opened
the program by giving a hectic
political speech:
"Ladies and Gentlemen!" Here
there were loud cheers from the
audience. Ladies and Gentlemen!
I am here today" More loud
cheers from the audience. "Ladies
and Gentlemen! AS I was about
to say" Renewed cheers from
the audience. Ladies and Gentle
men! + will conclude by saying"
Terrific cheers from the audience.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! I thank
you'll" Uproar and cheers from the
audience.
After that inspiring speech, the
show went on. Horace Bell and
Bobbie Durant put on HALF
AN-ACT play with no title, writ
ten by Charlotte Crump in half
a-minute. John Brooks, during this
tender little play, and all through
the show, took the part of the dis
gruntled gent in the twenty-cent
gallery seat, the gent who heckled
all the performers so that he would
be sure and get his twenty-cents
worth in noise, at least. There was
a second half-an-act play in which
Peavey Johnson and Rachel James
brought the house down with bit
of comic foolishness. But the high
spot in the program was Bootely
P. Browns monologue imitation of
Bob Burns, the radio comedian. His
recital of the skillet Chasing Con-
test" had everybody in Mysteries.
saw John Douglass wiping his
eyes with his handkerchief after
having laughed himself almost
silly. There was a truckn' act
by John Brooks and Art Weisiger,
a burlesque of a wrestling match
by Brooks and Horace Bell, and a
lot of other completely crazy an
tics. Everybody laughed until
there wasn't a laugh left in the
whole crowd. More fun!
Here and There: Among the
raves about how gorgeous some of
the femmes looked at the Omega
party and at Stumble Inn last week
were those for Mildred Brooks,
who reports say, was very lush in
a lovely new gown, and Sue Scott
looking very mellow, and Althea
Douglass in a white suit, and Edna
Miller at Stumble Inn all dolled up
in something swishy. Rudy
Martin and Don Bonaparte have
introduced a new pastime. It's
called "Urrring." You throw your
head back and crow somethin' like
a rooster only more roosterish. You
howl "Urrrrrr!" IF you're lucky
you won't lose your voice. But
perhaps you'll strain something
some place and be as hoarse as
fog horn after two or three at
tempts. When you get the right
tone, it has a Tarzan touch to it.
That's how you know. When you
sound like a combination of
rooster and Tarzan, then brothers
and sisters, you're "Urrrring."
And what popular musician came
home in the a. m. after the Stun
BILE Inn fall-out dance, and threw
his horn-tooter-toot over the
house? It was so busted the fol-
lowing evening that it wouldn't
toot a single toot in key. =. And
what popular musician passed out
cold as an ice-cube in the rear of
Stumble Inn? >. And what popu-
lar fraternity man passed out cold
as an ice cube just as he reached
his bedroom door? A darn good