Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1943-09-26
NEW YORK
CAVALCADE
5.um By Louis SoboImm
POfPOHrr!

POIPOurri!
I pass Tho Cherry HlIl section
almost every day on my way 20
the offcc-Such a drab biz az
terrain &C.. Once b was 50 beau
ufll. they say. when chr~v
trees blosSomed in tho orchard
that II was but its charm Nan-
.-s47c,l when tire orchard ,,aS rr-
placed with narrow streets and
Sgualid shackS. &C.. Then 10 be-
came The hanEout of The SAM
culinary cutthroatS some Of
whom called themselves The
"paybrcak Boys "a dozen OF
whom were erased 10y the bullet
or dagger in one short year ...
There were also the Border
Gang and the Hook Gang and
the short THls-mcrry lads
with a song on their lips a lcer
in their eyes and murder in
their hearts &c.. Once, TOO, there
was a saloon frankly labeled
"Slaurhte rhouso Point az
James - Water streets. where
10 murders were committed .,.
Here. the records tell us. citt-
zcns. well dressed walking
along innoccntly, would be
showered with ashes and shortly
after attacked by the hoodlumS
one such was dragged 10 "a
cellar and then thrown back ON
the sidewalk stark naked where
the gay, gentle thugs ground
their heels in his face anG
stomach.
John Golden still continue
on his happy course. producing
a play whenever the fancy
strikes him, content with the
success life has brought him
through the years once, Tor
this department. he wrote me
the impression OF a young man
u,o since has become one OF
ms many friends The
scene" he wrote, us a song
writer's bedroom. Appropriately
enough a piano IS an important
item of the furnishings OF the
-reey,, FreH. o'clock at night
until II ! had been working on
a song with the intense young
man who thought be could
write popular music. That's
finished l sighed contentedIy.
i think it's a pip-don't you?
I don't know the young
fellow. replied doubtfully. l
thing we might get more out oil
the idea. Let's Try again.
M, recollection of that night
Is a blurred vision of little
dark coatless fellow running
hand through hfsS-air, striking
chords on the piano and grim
ming at me from behind II with
burning eyes. The whole room
seemed filled with those burn
ing ewes, afire with the inspira-
tion of genius if ever II shone
through a human face. i hear
that Irving Berlin Is genius
To the millions who undoubt-
edly are interested, il may come
a. news that the fellow -, ana
always was, working fool
Another time, Golden wrote
for this department;
81. a commercial manager,
declare that an empty theater
il the world of make believe at
its glamoTous best. Don't laugh.
Walk into an empty theater
some day when cast IN re-
hearsal il out for lunch. \
single standing lamp in the cen
ter Of the stage throws its white
light at the huge shadows of
the slumbering show shop. Sit
for "A while i'm the deser d or
cheStra and search those Shad-
Ows for memories. Listen. II
YOUR ears are sensitive 10 the
call of the theater the melody
and Wit of Gilbert and sullivan
will suddenly come drifting
down 10 YOU from the crowded
darkness above. The beautifully
tragic face Of Booth hOVers In
the wings and suddenly your
spirit will lift again 10 the
magic ecstasy of Jack DOna-
hues dancing shoes. Once YOU
have come under the spell Of
the ghostlN glamour 81 such an