
Thompson 350321
March 21, 1935
Cliffside in Caroline—To the ladies of the Rutherfordton Music club and the Junior Woman’s Club: A sweeping bow. For your commendable gesture in bringing to Rutherfordton the artistic work of J. J. Bradley Griffin and Lulu Jones Downing. Their work in the artistic field—Mr. Bradley-Griffin, dramatic recitalist and Mrs. Downing, composer-pianist—have been established by their traveling the nation and bringing the unusual response of prominent critics. On a Washington, D. C., stop Mrs. Downing was photographed by Bachrach in The National Daily which devoted handsome space to her work. On this occasion Mrs. Downing was also breakfast guest of the League of American Pen Women at the Williard. Mr. Bradley-Griffin is known throughout the east because of his work as a young reader.
With Max Noah directing, the Guilford college Choir comes to Cliffside this Saturday evening at 7:30, Mar. 23 at the school auditorium. It is interesting to make note of this fact: This performance will further make possible the intention of this class to make their trip to the Nation’s Capitol in the early summer. When you drive out to hear this singing of works by Bach, Brahms and arr. by Kranz, remember the local boys and girls who are to receive the benefit of a trip to Washington.
To be or not to be yourself is the question. And in being myself last week note might have been made that this writing suddenly faded from raw turnips to Schubert. Cabbages and kings, ho hum. Driving Sunday and the car’s radio bringing in It Happened In Monterey with accordion-predominating the melody, nothing to suit better.
And the fragrance of flowers to a friend in hospital blended with the music. Ending a week of seeing too many shows Murder In TheClouds, Living On Velvet, The Mighty Barnum, Behold My Wife. Returning to nibble cold chicken a la Caroline—(running gear heavenward and I hate it) but the radish goodness of the heart of raw cabbage—yeah man, just shake a little salt. Do a little rumba! College Rhythm.
Note from local boy in Boston, Mass. Craig Watkins sends clippings and says: “Have been enjoying your column in ‘The Courier’ very much. While I may not always agree with it, it is something distinctly different and interesting.”
Last week the five Guy Lombardo favorites in order were—Clouds, Isle of Caprice, Everybody, You And The Night And The Music, Blue Moon. This is without a close runner-up probably the best dance program on the air. And Mr. and Mrs. America selects these five songs every week. Ozzi Nelson is still the favorite of this column of any singer of his type on the air. His band is good. No doubt, you younger ones like that new shake well number, “Swamp Fire”. And I heard recently too, “Mr. Blue Bird.” These are still favorites: Beat of My Heart, Stardust, The Waltz You Saved For Me. I remember this singly from two years ago: Why Can’t This Night Go On Forever. These might be dubbed hot ones: Tiger Rag, 12th Street Rag, Bugle Call Rag (Any old clothes today, lady—Rags! Rags!) St. Louis Blues and Beale Street Blues. Then there is the Boston Blues, I mean Braves. Baseball. Nertz.
But seriously that is a lovely melody “One Alone” from Desert Song. It is Sigmund Romberg’s work.
Reliable soda shop pal: Hello, Jiggs.