The Washington times., 1938-06-20
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his coed Sweetheart, Harriet Car.
dale. because he wants to be.
come q professional suing nlu.
stefan. Harriet hates suing.
trained as she is in the beauty
and traditions OF classic music.
Tommy Dorsey first met Brot0n
Uhen the formers band played
the college prom ,0here Bit DdS
permitted to turn his school
mates into "dlligdtorS" NTH q
solo that euen delighted Maestro
Dorsey and his expert suing
sterS. Sir months later Bit
hitchhiked to NeW York city,
DorSev took him In totD and IS
tryino to find a "licorice stick
job for him, Dher the maestro
controntS q crisis In his oUn
rehearsal room.
Copyright, 1888, by King Features
Syndicate, 1nc.)
CHAPTER VII
Except for a lone bulb shining
over the bandstand, the supper
room was dark as I entered, Blft
tagging after me. The men. in
stead of being on deck tuning
their instruments, were grouped
in a circle under the stand.
In the center were Happy
Howell, the second sax, and
Charlie Lewis, a songplugger.
For some months now there had
been bad blood between Howell
and Lewis over a red-headed
warbler with Sid Bakers
Rhythm Jugglers.
Lewis, whom I disliked in
tensely because he was always
trying to push sentimental bal
lads into the band, had been
torching this warbler until How
ell, a considerable ladies' man.
had stepped in. This was not the
first alteration the two had
had.
Howell was no angel himself,
and he was Swaying in front OF
Lewis defiantly in manner
that indicated he had been hit.
ting the bottle.
FIGHT OVER SALLY
AS I elbowed my way through
the crowd, Lewis was shouting,
I'm giving you fair warning,
you corny plumber, if I catch
you with Sally once more I'll
skin you and make a new drum
for Davie."
Howell waved his fingers
about droopily. "Ah, go chase
yourself, plugger! Go get your
self some plugs. What do you
wanna come around annoying
me for? Can I help it if I'm
handsome? Whyn't you go trade
that mugg of yours in for a
face?"
Why, you coffee-and-cake-
man." screamed Lewis. And
then, finding Howell's noncha-
lance intolerable, Lewis lunged
forward and delivered a hard
slap to Howell'S Redeemed face.
Howell reeled; then flew back
at Lewis, an ugly glare in his
eyes.
Lewis raised his hands to de-
fend himself from HoWellS
rush of blows. The men made
no move to interfere because
neither battler was well liked.
And so they were now beating
each other like kettle drums.
Whats going on here?" I
cried, pushing myself into the
melee. violently showing Howell
and Lewis apart.
They stopped short. Howell
was close enough for me to Whit
his breath, which was too strong.
I had miSgivings about hitting
Howell because he was known
to be an incurable boozeroo.
EXIT FOR HOWELL, LEWIS
Lewis" I said, angrily, "I've
told you a thousand times to
keep away from me and this
band. We're a swing outfit and
we're not interested in your
Schmaltzy pops. Now get out
and stay out" Lewis skunk
away.
"As for you, Howell. you
know how I feel about personal
scraps during business hours.
AS long as you're in my outfit
I expect you to behave. It's
hard enough to keep a band 60
ing at top speed without having
rehearsals busted up by fights.
"You promised to lay off the
smoke when I took you on. A
gate can't fall off the wagon
and stay in my band. You can
have your notice-effective i'm
mediately. Michaud will pay
you off for two weeks"
Can I help it If that chiseler
comes around" he protested.
I'm tired Of hearing your ex-
cuses, Howell"
"Give me one more chance.
Mr.. Dorsey"
you had your chance" I said,
firmly.
Howell's face darkened as he
staggered away.
Back to the mountain, fel-
lers," I com m a n ded. They
climbed UP and soon the room
began to reSound with the
squeaks Of clarinets, the moan OF
Saxes, the blare Of brasses.
Biff had been a breathleSS