The Waterbury Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1917-1946, 1939-10-26

ley admitted he didn't. "Wel," In
formed the busboy, you can save
that politeness about hoping he'll
come back. He is one of your
waiters!"
SMALL TOWN NOTES
IN THE BIG TOWN
Here and there New York shows
evidences of being as honey as
Sank Center and one scrap of
proof is the shop that sells clar-
inets and saxaphones In Forty
Eighth street.
Naturally, the store is patron
lied exclusively by musicians who
not only come to purchase, but to
have their own instruments tuned
or repaired. There has come to
be a comfortable familiarity be-
tween the amiable proprietor and
his customers.
So each day he posts little signs
around the place with items Of
casual chatter. "Dick Ginn'S Girl
Has a Cold" says one and Jack
Mack's Luck at Poker Is Terrible"
says another. When baby is
born to any band-member, the
fact Is promptly recorded in q
sign out in the display window.
Similarly, engagements, marriages
and other celebrative events are
hung up in conspicuous corners.
Any known jobs are posted in
the shop, so ciarinetist or saxa-
phone-player can quickly hop
over.
The shop also tracks down lost
husbands for distressed wives and
runs a modest loan agency with
no interest rates. But an old GUS
toner always can make q touch
for five without pleading too much.
THE SHOW
MUST GO ON
That Sheila Barrett girl has
spunk. It wasn't urgent that she
should go back to work-as
droll mimic. That auto accident
last winter had cruel consequences.
She was in q hospital beset by
pain when reminded Of q previous
engagement in N. Y. stage show.
So she over-ruled the physician,
hired a private ambulance and
each day for two weeks, commut-
ed that way from hospital bed
to a footlit stage. No one in the
audience who laughed at her mis-
chievous jibes knew that she ever
had a sad day in her life.
Then the relapes. And bones
that didn't knit successfully. And
Sheila went back to the hospital
for further convalescence. Along
came this Park avenue chance at
the fashionable Ambassador hotel.
And though the pain still Is there,
and her nerves raveled, she went
back to work as cafe star. Her
cheerful manner will never give
her away.
CHAPTER III,
CORNELL SAGA
Katharine Cornell isn't glaring
angrily in this direction, after all.
And she hasn't said that she is
annoyed at me because of that
recent item here, either. For the
Theater's first lady can take 1t.
And she can dish it out!
But to relate everything: few
weeks back I reported q casual
conversation twixt the Lady Kath-
arine and the brash Billy Rose.
In it, Miss Cornell proudly boast
ed of being not merely a cham
pion swimmer, but a pretty fair
tight-wire walker as well.
Now the fellow who recounted
this to me became remorseful.
He wrote the Lady Katharine a
profuse apology for spilling the
beans. And then the reply came.
No. it even amused the Lady
Katharine. But she was curious
to know why the rest of the con-
versation was not included.
And she proceeded to give it to
me. 1t seems that B. Rose speaks
his mind plainly and pictur-
esquely. He had just come away
from seeing a sleek Cornell per-
Torrance. And so he started by
complimenting: "You know. Miss
Cornell, this Is the first time
have ever seen art encased in the
body of beautiful showgirl."
To which Miss Cornell retorted:
Body of beautiful showgirl of
what pericd?" And so there 1t is,
with the Cornell dignity unim-
paired and this columnistic
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