Clipped From Harrisburg Telegraph
'ROUND ABOUT NEW YORK By GEORGE TUCKER NEW YORK In an episode every bit as dramatic as any of the scores of dramas he has been identified with, Ray Henderson came to a violent, climactic death in Europe the other day. The slender, affable representative representative of Katharine Cornell was flying from Egypt to Greece when his Imperial Airways plane plunged info the sea. So it was with a strange sense of excitement that this department department received, posthumously, this note from him. It was a postcard from Bali, Java, and it pictured a young girl with a basket of fruit on her head. With something akin to unconscious unconscious prophecy, he wrote: 'This is one of the reasons why Bali is unsurpassable., To the glory of the Dutch it is still unspoiled. The calendar has stood still a thousand years. I'd be content to do the same, but Miss Cornell's tour is progressing, progressing, and so must I." Curiously enough, the first dispatch coming through identified identified Henderson rather anonymously anonymously as an "American traveler." This was an apt description, description, for he traveled incessantly. incessantly. There is not a major hotel in America whose record.? do not include his signature. Nor is there any place in Europe Europe or the Orient to which he had not been. Henderson always spent his summers in Europe. He especially liked Munich, where he went to listen to opera. He would travel any distance distance and go any place to hear opera. This last was a sort of triumphal triumphal holiday - business tour for which Henderson had evidenced the keenest of pleasure. He was paving the way for a world tour by Miss Cornell in 1938. He went to Honolulu, and from there to Australia, then on into the Orient, after which he curled curled around to Bali. From there he traveled to Alexandria, and was then flying to Greece, with the goal in sight, when something something went wrong and his plane fell into the sea. Henderson, more than anything anything else, was your true traveler. He had few personal belongings, and in an hour's time he could pack for a trip to the end of the world. . Broadway will remember, among other things, his unfailing unfailing courtesy and his good manners. manners. He was a press - agent purely because he would rather be a press - agent than anything else, and he brought to press - agentry a sense of dignity which that slandered profession had never had. He was also the most companionable companionable of men, and he knew a tremendous loyalty. You could be talking with him in a bar, and if you inferred that Miss Cornell wasn't the world's greatest actress he would gently but firmly assail your lack of judgment. We have in our files a note from him just before he left New York. It was attached to some information we had requested requested on Guthrie McClintic, and it ended: "Well, I must be off. Au revoir in 1938." That was the day he left on that long, circuitious journey which took him, eventually, to Bali, where the calendar has stood still a thousand years . . .