The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1940-05-31
Lights Of Network
by IL. STEVENS ON

Tragedy: When he was a very
small boy his talent became appar-
ent. His father, musician, gave
up thoughts of a career and his
mother went into business that ex-
pensive teachers might be engaged.
The lad justified the faith of his
parents. His piano became his life.
His fingers flew over the keys like
butterflies and wonderful melodies
came forth. Instead of baseball it
was Bach and Brahms, with
Brahms his favorite. In his early
teens he reached such a point that
he appeared in a children's concert
with the symphony at Carnegie hall.
Then something happened. Gradu-
ally it grew more and more difficult
for him to walk. His interest in
music also waned. Now he's help
less in a hospital. At 10 he has
given up hope and ceased to fight.
And his father and mother hold that
there PIE worse things than death.
Manhattan Intelligence: Babe
Ruth, who recently celebrated his
forty-sixth birthday, carefully saved
all fiashlight bulbs left behind by
press photographers He uses
them as ammunition for cats that
serenade him in the court beneath
his windows AS he lives IS
floors up, he gets results That
was Dorothy Lamour who let out
loud "Pshaw," when she knocked
off a heel getting into a cab
Bea Vain didn't wear pajamas into
a theater the other night It
was a slick evening ensemble
Mark Warnow, whose orchestra
plays hit tunes every Saturday
night, likes to listen to hits of yester-
year played by hurdy-gurdies
There's the street photographer who
never tires of swapping Dinah
Shore, comely blues singer.
Sights: Dave Elman, who brings
an average Of five persons a week
from here and there to New York
for his radio program, holds that
the automats are what most out-of-
towners want to visit first. They
have seen them on the screen and
are eager to poke nickels in slots
for food. A ride in the subway is
attraction No. 2 with Radio City
and the Statue of Liberty third and
fourth. At least that's his conclu-
sion after steering around some five
hundred men, women and children
in the last two years.
Source: Read in ''What's Your
Allergy," by DR.. Laurence Farmer
and George Hexter, of a young fell
low who suffered with asthma once
a week. The chap was a night clerk
in drug store. Thursday was his
evening off and he was in the habit
of spending it with his best girl.
One of DR.. Farmers colleagues
found clue in the gals face pow
der. So she switched to a nom
scented talcum and her swain was
asthma free seven nights a week.
DR.. Farmer, chief of the allergy
clinic Of Lenox Hill hospital, holds
that hay and not go1denrod causes
hay fever. An interesting book
written in language understandable
to layman.
Service: The other day woman
guest at the Biltmore reported that
the bathroom was out of order. A
plumber was sent up with his kit of
tools and after a thorough inspec-
ton could find nothing wrong. So
he asked the lady about it. She
said everything was wrong, that the
tub should be on the other side, the
washbowl in a different place and
so on indicating changes that would
take at least a week and cost sew
eral hundred dollars. The plumber
reported to Joseph Liggett, assist
ant manager. Within an hour, the
guest had what she wanted. Mr..
Liggett simply shifted her to anoth-
er suite with bathroom layout sim
liar to the one she had suggested.
End Piece: George JesseQ, an
aerial commuter between New York
and Miami, on the hottest day the
Florida city has known this season
encountered a movie producer nat
tily and heavily swathed in a blue
overcoat.
"Say," inquired Jessel1, whats
the idea of blue overcoat on day
like this?"
Because" responded the produc-
er with a shoulder shrug, II look
terrible in brown"
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