March 14, 1935
Cliffside, March 11—Especial notice: The Guilford college choir of sixty-five voices will appear at the Cliffside school building on March 23rd, Saturday evening. The hour is 7:30. Usual small admission charge. This performance is sponsored by the local senior class… I notice two composers whose music appears on the program, which immediately attracts this observer’s attention. They are Johann Sebastian Bach and Johannes Brahms. In addition note might be made that an arrangement by Albert Kranz is included. This is a colorful note in music to be sounded in Cliffside—it’s citizen will appreciate this appearance of the choir.
The Club Cascades revue is really a good show. If the Club Cascades, wherever it is, did present this as a floor show, well that says lots for them; it is a good show and I do not understand how it could be presented by a southern nite club, this probably in Florida, most likely in the Miami area. But maybe there is more spending change around Miami. The most talented chorus of eight girls I have seen. Ballet, acrobatic, tap and exotic dancing are included in their repertoire. They step out for their solo numbers and then fade into the chorus, each girl in turn. A clever act. Then there is used Rubinstein’s “Melody In F” for the ballet, four of the girls doing the number; suddenly the same melody shot to warm tempo brings the other four girls to fast hoofing. The applause, enthusiastic for both, did not distinguish the most popular.
Cliffside poetess: Her talent can not be questioned. I have read some of her poems and hearing that she is winning money with them must demand your attention. Rachel Fortune, here’s a bouquet.
Good things: Raw turnips and salt. Kreisler and Schubert. Emory Deutsch. Duke Ellington’s ”Sophisticated Lady,” makes you ga-ga. Writer’s Club. The two county newspapers. Hard-worker, practical newspaper man, regular guy, Clarence Griffin.
He staggered in with a hic. “Gimme coffee and a schlinnamon bun,” said he. “We have no cinnamon buns” she said. “Thas all right, gimme a glass of milk and a schlinnamon bun” said he.
Your tall, thin observer is too sensitive and probably for his own good. But still the fact remains. And the big fact of thumb riders sticking their thumbs at you as we drive about our own affairs. They line the highways and a row of thumbs greet you like—rrrrrrrr. It becomes irritating after fifty miles; I am practically provoked to placing thumb to nose.
Radio program: Band wagon performance from Philadelphia over CBS. That boy with the guitar did “Play Fiddle Play’ as I have never heard it before, recently. To do “Play Fiddle Play” on a guitar you must be good. And the new song, “It’s Makin’ Me Do Things.”
Remember the Guilford College Choir.