May 16, 1935
Cliffside, May 13 – It is not much fun to stare at this blank sheet wondering what it will hold at the finish. It’s hot too, today, don’t you think? But to get this in the mail a “going to town” notion must be contrived. Here’s how.
Forest City’s clubhouse dance was, it seems to me, satisfactory to all. It cannot be criticised as was previously done. It was admirably chaperoned by the C. E. Alcocks. The floor was in excellent condition, the music good and all the dancers, particularly, went to town generally. Z. Butler and the lady in red were “the top” for any pair, I observed this evening. Dave Burnside and his boys will progress in their field of work we think. His musical unit is well rated for this state, is my opinion.
It is with sincere regret that we could not hear the singing of Emory B. Randolph on Friday evening. This section is fortunate to enjoy his presence here. We are told that the audience on Friday was small but enthusiastic for the entire program. It is probable, surely, that Mr. Randolph will appear frequently in this section; from what we hear of the voice, the demand will necessitate an early appearance in Rutherfordton. We are eager to attend the next recital. Miss Katherine Goggins, locally well known, accompanies at the piano.
Downstairs, the radio brings in an organ playing a fast tempo number which aids that “going to town” feeling. A lovely soprano is just singing “Lovely To Look At” from Roberta.
The Tavern, located on the street floor of Hotel Charlotte, is a restaurant that fits, one goes; having taste there besides the food. And one evening we dropped in to hear Dave Burnsied and his orchestra on the dining room floor.
Have you ever pressed your typewriter space bar down just enough to make the carriage slide brrrr like a machine gun? The man’s ku-rasy (Heard from back stage.)
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