
Thompson 350110
January 10, 1935
Cliffside, Jan. 6 — And now we may consider the holidays over. So comes from the village the villager’s non-entity for The Forest City Courier once again.
Cliffside has two comedians in the instances of Obe Padgett and Mutt McKinney. One of their biggest gags is simply laughing like everything at nothing. The epidemic starts when Obe giggles. Mutt comes in with a chuckle—the thing ends with the entire house roaring. They are boys at Mills Drug Store here. Young David McFalls then comes in on an errand (about 10 years of age) and inspired by Obe Padgett’s wit puts on a Joe Penner act. Don’t miss the knack of the youngster at impersonation.
Funniest comedian of the screen: W. C. Fields. Sterling Holloway, runner-up.
Degage—a word the French have for it. They say it is the thing. At least a mode that is going around at all Southern resort places. Stylists seem to refer to Southern Europe and this continent at Miami, Agua Caliente or Southern California. It is a style that gives you that “don’t care” look. The men’s magazine ESQUIRE says it plainly. But this writer will just say it is a style that gives you the don’t cares.
When friends in the country mention that this writing has been missing during holidays—well that helps. To every one of you who made some comment with a bit of “eclat”—the villager thanks you.
The next Katherine H. Goggans recital will be given at a future date; it is titled “Flowers and Faires.” The last audience of Miss Goggans recital will be glad to know of another that is coming. This on-looker will on-look with interest for the work of the Goodman little ladies at the next recital.
Such an instrument as the organ should never be sounded by the low rate catchy popular tune. The organ is too great for that. No music any less conservative than “Sylvia” or “One Alone” should ever be sounded at the organ’s console.
There is not a single reason why this should be copyrighted. Therefore, at different times other newspapers have grabbed themselves a handful of sentences from these paragraphs. A gentleman with the Charlotte News finds space in his—I believe it is – “Visiting Around” column. So this is something more that is not “born to blush unseen.”
R. R. Pitts, theatre, music and art man of the Observer, has some sayings to say about the celluloid capital implying that all Southern pictures insist upon their characters to “you all” when referring to one person. I really agree with Mr. Pitts. There are enough people in Dixie who are proud of that Dixie who should write, wire, etc., etc., to Hollywood telling someone, a committee or some official who is responsible to come to Dixie, seeing for himself. This insistence on the part of the screen capital, as you and all the South know, is entirely ignorance on the part of Hollywood’s director who is in charge when these pictures are produced. To see such a “Southern accent” picture is amusing, yet Dixie concedes to no such thing.
The magazine of men—ESQUIRE has a tinge of a few others. It’s drawings may have a BALLYHOO aroma. Many writings suggest COSMOPOLITAN. The style sections (with a grin) remind of VOGUE. (A ladies magazine.)
And in 1935, may The Forest City Courier bring that which you expect.