Evening star., 1940-02-11
Il Short Story Complete in This Issue
film MOGUL BEATEN

Mysterious Attoek on Morton BvmbIe
in New York Hotel
New York, Nov. l6 Special to the Holly
wood Bee) - Morton Bundle, production
head of Superior Pictures, was the victim of
mysterious attack in his suite at the Hotel
Apollo Belvidere early last night.
Despite attempts to hush it up, news Of the
assault leaked out, and by II Pm. E.S.T.)
a crowd of reporters had gathered at the
hotel. Employees denied all knowledge of the
affair, but subsequently Frank Tabor, Assis-
tant Manager, admitted that Bundle had
been beaten by an unknown assailant - a
tall young man with red hair. In response to
questions Tabor added mysteriously that
robbery was apparently not the motive. He
refused to elaborate upon this statement.
j. Bundle, 35, is one of the leading figures of
the film industry. He began his career as
prop man with the old Vitagraph and has
been. at one time or another, scenarist, gag
man, press agent and director. His greatest
success came however, after he had been
made production chief at Superior Pictures.
Among his best known films are Three Wild
Girls, Three Wild Girls Grow Up and Three
Wild Girls in Bali.
In 1888, he married Ida Applebaum, daugh-
ter of J. Edward Applebaum president and
chief stockholder of Superior Pictures.
~ TROUT's voice issued sepulchrally from
the gloom of the Flatbush Nirvana. IF
. Id of known l had to sit through
lousy picture like this, wouldn't of come"
''Shhh!" Ma Trout said.
It'll be over soon," Johnny Shipman
whispered consolingly.
Eventually the film ended and the lights
went up A curtain was drawn across the
Inundated screen, and two ushers rolled
grand piano out on the stage.
WELL" Pa Trout said, this can't be any
worse than that picture"
You're 50 smart" Ma Trout said, I'D
like to see yon do any better"
Il couldn't do any worse" Pa said Actu>
ally he was only grousing to conceal his
uneasiness, for he was thinking how bad it
would be if Cora proved to be less awful
than he fondly imagined, and managed, by
some fantastic mischance, to win the contest.
There would be no holding her if she won
But, of course, she wouldn't win. He was
no authority, but he knew bad voice when
he heard one; and he had been hearing Cora's
for twenty-one years, from her first infant
howls. Her voice was all right for saying In
Brooklyn, it's Bloomberg's - may | help
you?" into the phone every day from nine to
six, but for singing purposes it definitely
lacked something - most notably, perhaps,
the simple ability to stay on key.
No, Pa told himself, Cora didn't have a
chance. And yet his uneasiness persisted.
Having stage-struck daughter was no joke.
The ushers brought couple of chairs out
on the stage and set up a microphone Finally,
when the restlessness of the audience had
reached noisy pitch, man in dinner
jacket appeared. He was the Nirvana s assis-
tant manager, but on Amateur Night he also
served as Master of Ceremonies.
Ladies and gentlemen" he said, tonight
we have great surprise in store for you"
Johnny Shipman's red hair cracked elec-
trically as he ran his fingers through it. His
flesh was stippled all over with apprehensive
goose pimples.
Tonight" the NC. continued. "our judge
will be one of Hollywood's foremost producers,
man you all know and love, who started