Evening star., 1947-11-04

lIeTe Is AIlOCl16r LI1llR we IlllIlk
Sans neighbors should be told.
This is that they had better be
careful in their admissions that
they have learned the Cairo enter
tainment routines by heart. Won't
you be surprised when Mr.. Schanker
bills you fop the minimum charges
you did not pay all those times you
lay abed listening to his floor shows?
A telephone conversation we are
sorry to have missed is the one had
by Sacha Lucas, the violinist, the
night before he became a father
last week. Sacha, at the time, was
involved in some negotiations hav-
ing to do with musical chore he
is to undertake, but that was the
farthest thing from his mind when
the telephone rang. He had just
returned home, as the doctor Or
dered, after taking his wife to the
hospital.
Hello" said the voice in his ear.
who is this?"
| Sacna," said Sacha.
"Papoulakos, said the voice.
ooh, no. Not yet," said Sacha.
"Who is this?"
"Sacha."
"Papoulakos.
Its impossible! It's too soon"
1t was quite awhile, we under
stand, before the man who thought
he was being called Papa Lucas and
the man calling himself Papoulakos
had any meeting of the minds.
When WTOP's Jerry Garter
undertook his current singing jot
at the Sazerac Room of the Old New
Orleans, he thought it would be 9
cinch to combine that and his radio
activities. Then he was assigned q
9:45 am. show daily. What with
rehearsals and other incidentals, all
his radio programs and four nightly
appearances at the Sazerac' Room, Mr.
Carter Is down to five or six hours
of sleep a night. Plus a nap when
ever he can grab 1t.
He was getting along fine, though
until he got a phone call from the
American Federation of Radio Ac-
tors. AFRA thought Mr.. Carter
ought to support the strike against
WOOK by parading in picket line
Remembering his daily and nightly
routine, Mr.. Carter thought he had
fair reason for thinking not.
X X X X
G. Ray Terrell, the magician, ar
rived at the Shoreham Blue Room
last night to headline the new floor
show. He did, that is, if all went
according to the plans revealed in
an elaborately Illuminated ncte from
him. Mr.. Terrell must be quite a
man in his home town, Rockville
Center, N. Y, incidentally. When at
home he lives at 120 Terrell avenue.
Ted Rolfe, the Brown Derbv's
pianist, is one of those who have
become musicians out of economic
necessity. He was child prodigy
once upon a time, giving his first
classical recital at the age of 8.
Gave up the piano, though, when he
got to high school, but only until the
time drew near for the senior prom.
With no funds to finance his partici-
patton in that event, Ted turned
back to music, getting a band to-
gether in few hours and setting
out to earn his fortune.
After that he gave up leading a
band only to become a soloist, which
is what he has been at a number of
After Dark rendezvous along the
eastern seaboard.
The reasons why autograph
seekers seek autographs have mys-
tilted many. There was nothing
mysterious about the impulses guid-
ing the fan who cornered Eleanor
Powell at local "after hours" club
the other night, however. ooh
thank you so much," she said as
Miss Powell signed her name. This
autograph will get me out of an
awful jam. My husband thinks I
went to the Club Cairo with some
OF my girl friends tonight. He
doesn't like me to come to this club,
especially not with another man.
But now that I have your auto
graph. my husband will be sure
that I saw you at the Cairo"