The guardian. [volume] (Boston, Mass.) 1901-1960, 1939-04-15

about now, is one that you can mark
down IN your note book, and dream
about.
Just 20 summers old, FRANCELLA
BROWN, is tall (sun) tan and terrific,
pretty, pert and personality plus She's
dainty, youthful and vivacious-gets
1t honestly from her illustrious mother.
happened to be father too,-but as
the story gOes-all the de lovely arts
usually come from the mater. Fran
celia halls from Richmond and is the
daughter of Mr.. and Mrs. James
Brown, 80 st. Nicholas Avenue, where
she resides in cosy, honey apartment
OF the aristocratic variety. She re-
celved her education at the Bordentown
Industrial Institute in New Jersey and
studied music under the direction of
George Howell in her native home. Has
lived in New York seven wears and
likes 1t, and swears that Harlem will
be her home forever; and will be on
hand to help welcome the Worlds Fair
visitors, not only from Virginny but
elsewhere.
She has a perfect Venus profile.
size 10; her hair is auburn, but she can
be delightful blonde if she desires.
Sings, dances and plays the piano.
Has worked at the Kit Kat Club, in
the swing mite clubs, at the Moon-glow
IN Buffalo, the Lawn Club in Lake
Placid, and incidentally it was the
EYE" attraction April 18th, at the
Spring Frolic with Shelton Brooks,
Jr., and his Ork at the New Yorker
Ballroom in Jamaica. Her salary is
usually 500 per week, but money is
not all she desires-she hopes to make
a career on the concert stage. She
doesn't plan to eclipse Marian Ander-
son, but hopes to do her best in music
and the artistic dance.
THANK, TED FRIEND
Ted, pal, that was mighty swell of
you to offer that bit about the Cotton
Club and the Worlds Fair. Your
N. Y. Daily Mirror readers should
appreciate your interest, as well. At
any rate l herewith recite what you
had to say about the thing: "Those who
know estimate that New York will be
the host to over 80 million Worlds
Fair visitors during the next six
months. The population of New York
is about million, and with the suburbs
included, accounts for another 5 mil
hon. Which to US means that there
will be approximately AZ million who
should make reservations to the Cot
ton Club show. And they will, if they
are in their right minds, and are lucky
enough to get reservations. WHY
AND WHEREFORE: Because the
Cotton Club revue, which opened their
new show last week is unquestionably
the greatest presentation of Colored
entertainment ever produced, and is
the ultra plus-and as big a chunk of
moneys worth that has ever been
assembled. Bill Robinson, the king
of terpsichore, who has a metronome
for heart, and Cab Galloway, rowdy
sepian Clark Gable-ish version of
Lawrence Tibbett in jazz, danced and
sang and clowned with an atavistic
frenzy that brought the distinguished
audience to its feet in endless salvos
of enthusiasm of braves and applause.
HENRY THE GREAT!
Ran into that little stick of human
dynamite, the other eve, dining at a
7th Avenue tea room, with his pals,
Fred Beale, Gilbert Cox, and Donald
Young. He told me that Davie Day
was just another ice-cream soda. He
proved it Friday night. Here's what
Jimmy Powers, sports ed of the Daily
News had to say: "You could take so
bills out of your wallet, each legiti-
mate $1,000 banknote, peel them off
and hand them to me and then ask me
to climb into the ring against a GER
tain little colored boy who has two
broken hands-and l don't think I'd
care to do it. Doggone, but that
Henry Armstrong is my fighter! Yes,
l suppose he's slipped bit. Who
hasn't? He's still g great pugilist.
Pound for pound, he's the greatest in
the ring today.