August 16, 1934
Cliffside, August 16 — Worthless Whispers: I am refreshed by the acting of Sir Guy Standing…. Have never had a dog and think I would like a wire haired pup—How well acquainted am I with the experience of having an automobile blasted from my control—The real danger of highways and I remember Editor Alcock’s statement of a year ago: “Our highways are like slaughter pens”…To me it seems that the new residential section in Southeast Forest City deserves much more publicity. It is most attractive. What is its correct name?…. I would like to rush up to one of those snoot-upish ladies who swim along Chicago’s lake shore drive and yell tag! Then croon, “Don’t You Remember Me?”…I hate chicken served uncrated, as it were, with running gear, so it is, pointing toward chandeliers-And fried chicken and mashed potatoes are the same in Paris as in Dubuque, Iowa-The limit of this day nudism, fan-dances and shorts: Bull Durham steps out, going places!
Donald Tate has been home for a few weeks after having been chinning and chatting with a pharmaceutical course at U. N. C. Donald will become one of the full-fledglings of the fraternity of druggists one of these immediate days. We have been interested to see the young fellow’s progress all along the way. Donald was a local high school graduate of yesterday.
My young friend on The Cleveland Star, in riding with me from Kings Mountain, I noticed leaned forward from the automobile seat uneasily. I wondered if it could be some very poor driving or what. The young fellow explained that he suffered from an eight inch knife wound in his back! At a quiet, civilized baseball game he was knifed by a would-be gate crasher. Little wonder he leaned from the seat back. The wound had been dressed in the afternoon, although he suffered no little pain at the time we saw him.
Bits about music: From the Edgewater Beach hotel on the shores of Lake Michigan come one of the most refreshing programs radio offers right now. It is the music entitled “Summer Symphony” and is the orchestra of Harry Sarznich. Sarznich’s own composition, “Lazy Rhapsody” is the engaging theme-melody. Dick Powell, to me, is a very good tenor not a crooner. Always enjoying the playing of Guy Lombardo and his Royal Canadians, we heard them play Saturday evening Sigmund Romberg’s “One Alone” from the operetta “The Desert Song.” This is a favorite to many of you. An Emery Deutsch ensemble could play it much better than the Lombardo boys, we think.
Bits, etc: Spud Crawford is going about with beauty queens recently we learn. This same Mr. Crawford brings interested information which has to do with a damsel of Rutherfordton. And we have seen a certain snap-shot… the George Shuford’s new renovated house has a bay window on he northside…. D. C. Whitaker was named Corbett after the great boxer, Jim Corbett. O. K. Padgett, reputedly, is now a beauty expert. Padgett speaking: “When I give my opinions, it flatters ’em.”
We will have to talk about Bing Crosby’s new picture a bit. Miriam Hopkins, taking the part of a night club danseuse, to avoid becoming a material witness to a gang murder skips from Philadelphia by bus and lands at Princeton University. She is taken in by the kindly Bing Crosby and his pal. It is necessary that she wear Bing’s pajamas. So, in doing her dance for the boys, she requests a good number by which to dance, she says something like:
“My Heart Beats and Hammers
When I’m in Sweetie’s Pajamers.”