January 11, 1934
Cliffside, Jan. 8 — A. B. Marcus, showman of several years brought his “La Vie Paree” to Spartanburg on Thursday of last week. This was a performance worthy of note—tho’ the lines had enough smut for most anybody. Driving over to Spartanburg with your Cliffside scribbler were Dr. J. C. Mills, of Mills Drug Co., Andrew Love, proprietor of Community Soda Shop in Avondale, George Thompson, assistant to the postmaster in Cliffside, and Spud Crawford, man about town, who like myself works for Cliffside Mills.
At the revue in Spartanburg I saw several Forest City folk. Tom Dorsey, former basketball star, was there. At the Carolina was also Mr. and Mrs. Clayton Stainaker, of Peoples Drug Store. The others—well, better not to name them.
The California Night Hawks orchestra with the show was alright. I hear that their singer, however, was booed in Greensboro. Some of our folk: attending the show were shocked to hear the displeased audience hiss (as it were) the tenor who did some classical work. Too bad—Tsk. Tsk.
In Spartanburg at the theatre we ran into none other than O. K. Padgett also there for the Marcus Presentation. One of these days when I take one of those spells of mine, I am going by the drug store in a Nazi salute while doing a goose step, just to see “Obe” grin.
I am surprised that our youngsters are so cosmopolitan. They were discussing the 30,000 mile Lindbergh trip the other day in front of Haynes Memorial. Reed Morris cracked: “One day I had lunch in Cliffside and dinner at 6 o’clock in Cincinnati.”
The President said in his speech last week that his ground was ready and his seeds were planted—and now John Robinson busts loose with “everybody ought to put up their chickens.”
Carelessly applying a styptic pencil the other evening when shaving I learned that it hath a terrible tath.
Terry and Charles Elmore of Avondale, I am told, are an unusual pair of brothers. They get along without scraps which is remarkable. This is a distinctive brother act that you do not see every day.
Imagine your scribbler scrapping four brothers at once.
To the Forest City Courier: You sent me some very kind words—I appreciate them. May the New Years be remembered by you as a distinctive changing point in the affairs, especially, of Rutherford County and in the growing of your circulation. Felicitations such as you sent me cause a fellow to percolate 50 per cent better. Sincere thanks!* * *
On the society page of this paper for some time you have been given invaluable information of social incidents. Why do you not write at once and tell Mrs. C. E. Alcock that you appreciate her work in editing “Society.” I, for one, can appreciate her work. If you will telephone any social event to her as she asks, a great part you will play in the drama of assisting the society page.
Miss Peggy Blanton—A toast to you (with the real stuff off the boat). At the age of four, youthful Miss Peggy is a modern housekeeper. Maybe some magazine will secure an article by her. To see this young miss sweep the porch and brush off the steps is a picture—yessir! She is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence J. (Jack) Blanton of this town. Blanton, known as Jack Blanton, is formerly a Cliffside pugilist, and won a number of victories over the Carolinas. Mrs. Blanton is the former Miss Juanita Crawford.
I might mention to my two readers (that is, I think I have two) that the space displayed by this what-you-call-it, will have a brand new cut next week. So, if you wanna, come around and see us s’times and let us know if you like the cut—you two mugs.
Right away: I am going to tell you why Mr. M. Hendrick reminds me of Benito Mussolini, why Landrum Pruette resembles Will Rogers, why O. K. Padgett looks like Vincent Lopez. In fact, I may never stop giving you these comparisons of Cliffside citizens with celebrities of the day.
Ooooooh, yes, Luke Chaney was over to see the Marcus show, and he appeared to be mighty interested in Mme. Coudy’s Nighthawks Orchestra. I have heard Chaney’s music only a few times, I think, and here’s best wishes for the new year and more engagements for the Chaney boy ….No, Elmer, I did not say “China Boy”……Incidentally, that tune gives me quick-quivers or in plain language, it gives you the hi-de-ho’s….Les Sechrist, the accordion soloist, with the show that runs through this column this week, is O. K. with me. His itsy-bitsy feet just danced alright under the weight of that 40 pound accordion.
Broad Moore of Cliffside (when not on the road to Forest City where he lives) reminded me that Elmer has been found just a few minutes ago. Hum.