Evening star., 1939-08-03

the impression seems to be spread
ing that this department is the
final resting place of the classic tale,
the one last resort of the yarn
every one has heard before. Comes
now another which bears that same
faint fragrance, even if Tiny" Hill,
the little fellow whose orchestra
now is at Glen Echos Spanish Gar
den Ballroom, does swear by all his
$50 pounds that it is true.
Tiny it seems, was madly play
ing dance music one night in a
ballroom out in Illinois, when, right
in the middle of number, he felt
activity in the room cease Tiny"
looked around and saw every one
gaping as a pretty, but ghostly
looking lass entered with lad who
seemed on the frightened side. The
rooms lighting scheme was at it's
greenest at the moment and no one
would get near what appeared to
be some young lady from another
world So for half an hour the
ghost-girl and her escort danced,
alone and unconcerned, then left.
Next night the same lad was on
hand with another girl and Tiny"
cornered him, asked where he got
the girl the night before.
"At the cemetery" the fellow said,
morosely.
"Oh, sure" Tiny" agreed. Its
quite all right"
L mean it, the chap persisted.
Il picked her up at the cemetery
and after we left the dance she told
me to drive back to the same place.
She jumped out and disappeared
into the darkness She gave me her
name, though, and told me to call
her. So when I did tonight the
woman who answered sounded sur
prised and told me Margaret had
died two years ago. can't find out
if I'm being ribbed or going daffy
But sure got the jitters."
Tiny" had the jitters, too, until
he found out that there once were
two Margarets with the same sur
name in town, one who had died
two years before and another. very
much alive, who resided with her
papa, the caretaker of the cemetery
Just a Quiet Evening -.
Il gotta lawn mower" maintains a
ringsider at the Madrillon. That's
fine" we tell him, that's just what
every one should have" Yeah" he
says, "but I got my lawn mower
with me-" He calls the waiter, goes
into conference. That gent pulls
his eyebrows back down into place,
goes off to see Parker, the head
waiter Soon he returns, pushing
toy lawn mower that makes a ter
rife clatter Il didn't believe you"
he says, but here it is" The young
lady at the table grabs the gadget,
puts it on the table and regards it
fondly I'VE gotta have this" says
she, for no grass is going to grow
under our feet tonight" 1t was
Mistaken Identity Evening at the
Hi-Hat. Early a befuddled citizen
insisted Dick Roger was Morton
Downey, even if he did deny it. This
so confused Dick he spent the rest
of the night insisting fellow off in
a corner was Hugo Eckener. the dir
igible expert Chap did look like
Herr Eckener, but not having a dir
igible with him identity couldn't be
established. :. And it was Just a
plain out-and-out hectic night at
one of the villages discreet down.
town dance rendezvous. Spank in
the middle of a number did dane
ing stop-because the music stopped
when the drummer and violinist
came to words, almost to blows and
shouted names at each other. The
violinist, in fact. became so incensed
he slammed a $500 fiddle to the
floor Tsk, tsk, such a temper.
= It must be nice . to be able
to cry not over spilled champagne
. AS did not cry that lad at the
Lounge Riviera the other eve when
he showed his chair back, sent SPAR
king grape. ice bucket. ice, slither-
ing across the dance floor. Nor did
Headwaiter William cry, but just
shrugged. And some one shouted