Evening star., 1940-06-27

This Milt Herth, who brings
his trio to the Neptune Room this
Saturday, plays brilliant music, it
is we'll known, but it seems to be too
brilliant for his publicists. 1t
drives them into amazing literary
ecstasies. Consider this latest bull
letin from New York, headed
About Milt Herth," which starts
off thusly:
when Sir William S. Gilbert
penned his immortal lyrics to THE
Lost Chord little did he know
that within few generations a
restless eager young man named
Milt Herth would make the organ
perform in a manner far removed
from the tranquility and exaltation
described so eloquently in the Gill
bertian tradition"
Ye Spectator is not going to al
low this to confuse what he laugh
ingly calls mind, however. He
is going to sit and ponder the state
ment found further along in Mr..
Herth's biography, the report that
his musical career started at the
age of 6 with drum lessons financed
by the home town violin teacher.
Now that is thought to null over,
if you are looking for something
to null over this evening.
&" Carr Van Sickler, Madrillon's
pianist orchestra leader, comes into
that sandwich shop on the corner
after work, his thought for the day
being that you and you and you are
learning to do the conga much
more efficiently. The end of a conga
chain is still off tempo, tagging a
bit, but the towns conga dancers
are much more adept than when
the one-two-three-ki first ar
rived here. It's just an observation
Carr made when resting quietly at
the Madrillon ringside while the
Merry Muchachos were beating
Latin drums. Parker, Madrillon's
headwaiter, still thinks the conga
chain looks like a cannibal war
dance.
- Another date to remember,
and 1t should be an easy one, is
Thursday, June 27. That's today
And tonight is the night that Al
Donahue brings his 17-piece Or
chestra to Riverside Stadium for
that dance session. Al comes here
for tonight's engagement, accord
ing to the note right here on the
desk, fresh from two-week
broadcast from the New Yorker
Hotel" With time off for meals
and station identification, we trust.
The Midnight Merry-Go-
Round One lad keeping his
equilibrium in this world today is
Paul, that amazing balancing expert
in the Lotus show. He can ride
unicycle upside down, and not even
the Roxyettes can do that Without
some practice, the RoxycStes can't
do it; we're not daring then to try,
breaking their pretty necks to prove
we're wrong Veddy fuh1nal is
the card announcing that: "Tommee
Braun presents Miss Louise
Chandler singing nightly at the
beautiful Maryland Club Gardens
And 1t is long past time for
reporting that Harriet Derck,
Lounge Riviera's new songbird, is
rather sensation. Her interpreta-
tions of the romantic ballads even
have Pete Macias listening en-
thralled and he's heard enough
singers in his time that he doesn't
have to listen to another ever again
unless he wants to very much E.
Nomination for your hit parade:
Tennessee Fish Fry" from the
Fairs American Jubilee" espe-
cially as played by Carr and Don
and their crew at the Madrillon . {.
Comes Monday comes new musical
aggregation to the Hi-Hat An.
other hazard in the way of finishing
the column today is a mental one.
A deadly 'ush has fallen over the
city outside the window. Pennsyl-
vania Avenue Is like Sunday
morning instead of full of the S
o'clock rush hour as it should be,
what with it being 5 o'clock. So
few screaming buses and shouting
automobile horns. Frankly, we're
worried, sitting here listening for
that reassuring nerveracking jangle
of traf1lc.
." Others in the Office have
noted the untimely silence, too, so
we're not going batty.
-" Anent musicmakers Harry
Albertson, known as Gary Stevens
when he is singing on the radio,
leaves Paul Kains Orchestra at
Glen Echo to join Don Bestor
Erskine Hawkins is Saturday nights
S. S. Potomac headliner Bob
Seidler, sax expert and singer with
Burrus williams at La Sale Ver-
sailles last season, has joined Joe
Cochran's crew at the why-in-the-
world d-did-they-ever name : 1t the
Fat Boy ...
Ethel FiStere. the local branch