Evening star., 1942-04-14
Trade Marx Registered. o. 9. Patent omc..

trembling ut the prospect OF cross
ing through the heaving mass OF
humanity. Ringsiders. ready to
dodge ct an instances notice, carry
on conversation with one ready eye
toward the dancers. And that is no
exaggeration, for q wonder.
Johnny realizes his words of wis
dom are as the gust Of electric fan
against q. tornado. But the next
time you have q mind to toss an
abandoned hip-and-shoulder in pub
lie. try to feel Just a little bit re-
morseful. For Iohnny's sake.
Evelyn Knight, who hauntingly
croons from atop the King Cole
nquer counter, last week took a
trip to New York. She went to
talk over with certain people, who
produce phonograph records on a
large scale, the prospects of her
making phonograph records for pub
lie consumption. Prospects for
for which are pleasing. Miss Knight
went also to have her picture taken
by Bruno, who is noted in his pro-
fession.
Bruno. it appears, is one of these
extraordinarily whimsical photogra-
pliers, like Hurrell, who will do any
thing on tn eface Of it insane to
make his subject relax. He will
make faces, talk gibberish, wiggle
his ears or do almost anything while
IN the process Of focusing his pic
ture-box and arranging his myriad
lighting devices.
On the occasion Of her photo
graphic date, Miss Knight, who had
never before met Mr.. Bruno, hap
pened to wander into his studio
while troupe of acrobatic jugglers
were going through their PAGES,
apparently preparing for action
shots. The songstress, after watch
ing the procedure for about 10 or
SO minutes, began to wonder whether
she were in the right studio since
no one approached her with that
appointment look in his eye. So
she hailed the nearest bounding
fellow, Have you seen Mr.. Bruno
lately?"
You guessed it. The loud snort
she got for reply testified to the
fact that she had hailed none other
than Bruno himself. She, poor in
nocent, had Of course figured the
fellow was one of the acrobats.
King Cole Operator Vim Gallagher
roars when he tells that one.
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One might think that "Chatta-
nooga Choo-Choo" had been rail-
roaded out of the country by this
time. 1t certainly should have been,
the way its axles have creaked since
the third week it came out. Block
that metaphor! To get onawith 1t,
Ralph Hawkins and his tight little
group of swingmen at the Crossroads
put the ditty to inspired Use from
time to time, a procedure involving
a freight-train spur which passes
within a couple of blocks of the
Peace Cross reneZvous.
The Hawkins men may be playing
any random tune, something snappy
or something about loves token,
hearts broken ETC., when all OF a
sudden q chuffing B. 6 o. special
crashes into earshot. And Just as
suddenly, the Hawkinses' stop dead
whatever they are playing and
abruptly launch into good old Chat
tanooga Choo- -Choo."
Their timing becomes more per-
feet with each passing cargo.
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Eddie Oliver, piano and band, all
three Of which are now in the Cos
mos Room, have emerged with a
pair of ditties whose title could
easily win blue ribbons at any State
fair for their whole-kernel qualities.
They are, (a) "ITl Plant You Now
and Dig You Later" which has a
subtle meaning for slang-struck
jitterbugs, and Cb) the one that is
introduced in the Cosmos as the