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HOPE STAR, HOPE, ARKANSAS fThere Was Dietrich, Ann Pennington, Mistinguette—and Now, Mary Martin A New Starlet Rises to Shine Over Broadway "Leave It To Me" Is Smash Hit of Stage Season Martene Dietrich Mary Martin in "Leave It to Me" Mistinguette ed to the United States. As usual, they are getting into all kinds of scrapes and before leaving the turrets SERIAL STORY LOVERS AWEIGH Beautiful and well-publicized legs carried Marleno Dietrich of the films, Mistinguette of the French musical comedy stage, Broadway's Ann Pennington and a few glamorous others to the theatrical heights. Now there is a brand-newcomer to this exclusive company—sparkling Mary By GEORGE ROSS NEW YORK—The arrival of Vinton Freedley's mammoth musical show, "L,eave It To Me," was memorable on a half-dozen counts. (1) It is the first grand, unanimously® approved song-and-dance show of the Reason. (2) It was the night Governor Lehman and the defeated rival, Thomas E. Dewey, buried the political hatchet and shook hands out in the lobby (3) It reunites the best laugh-getting "team behind the footlights, William Gaxton and Victor Moore, who first were coupled in 'Of Three I Sing." (4) It brings back the "last of the red hot mommas," Sophie Tucker, to the Broadway arena. (5) It introduces a new, fresh, beauteous personality to the Rialto, namely Mary Martain. (6) It is rich inthe music and lyrics that only Cole Porter can write. Holywood Wakestfp The new starlet, Mary Martain, is just past 20, cutely curly-headed and from Texas. Her father is a federal judge who might be inclined to frown upon one of the numbers she does. She does an inoffensive strip-tease by di- robing to the scanties, while singing a bright, little ditty and making eyes at the delightful customers. Her voice is a girlish treble and her face is the incarnation of innocence and there is enough charm in her for a half dozen musicals. In months past she knocked at the xloors of stern studio officials in Hollywood. They didn't give her a job so she finally landed at the Trocadero, a cabaret in the film colony, where she sang for listles movie executives. Now the New York talent scouts are form- ,ing a quece at her dressing room to soon she can g&t away test. She gives them a standard answer: "Not for a long, long while.' '• .Meanwhile, dazzled reviewers and non-professional playgoers alike are searching their memories to recall Martin, whose Siberian strip-tease "stops the show" in "Leave It To Me," the recently opened Broadway revue which may prove to be the biggest' musical hit of recent years. Staid critics have called attention to Mary's underpinnings, turning back the pages o£ theatrical history in an effort to find their equal in slim grace. of the Kremlin behind them, they have made a shambles of the international situation and the U.S.S.R. With a quaint Rusian background, Producer Freedly has put on "Leave It To Me" with a lavish hand. If the girls in Moscow are as beautiful as the girls on the stage of the Imeprial Theater, then ther must be something in the Five Year Plan. Sam and Bella Spewack, who wrote "Leave It To Me" (they wrote "Boy Meets Girl, too) have handled the Soviets with high humor. BY BETTY WALLACE COPYRIOHT, 1098 NBA SERVICE, INC. CAST OP CHARACTERS jrurrr A i. c o T T — ndmimr* daughter. She faced a choice between tiro nnry suitors. D W J. G H T CAMPBELL—amW- HouM lieutenant. lie faced a choice between hi« wife and 'duty. JACK HAXLEY—flyine xnllor. He fnord n test of a patient love. .MARVEL JI A S T I X G S—navy wife. She faced the teat ol being a good sailor. Yesterdnyt At Marvel's veed- dinpr, Judy sees the Rood-looking bland, mnn trho hnd attended Marvel at the restaurant thnt day. Tortured, Judy monnu, "I ra n't xtund it. I can't." Jack uulets her, CHAPTER XIII «T\ON'T be a fool!" Jack whispered roughly. His hands closed around her arm, in a viselike grip. Her mother's head was up, her eyes forward. Pretending nothing had happened. Judy came to herself with a sick jerk. How could she have made such a fool of herself? Her eyes fastened on the bride, on when if ever a more beauteous pair Dwight, on the .'ace of Comman- qf legs has been exhibited before footlights or kleiglighta. Those grace- der Hedges, who was the Texar«.».» or Kiewignis. lno se grace- kana>s chaplain . She had heard ful items already are carrying Mary , . ,. .. Martain into that paticular nichein the hlm readln 2 the marriage service theatrical hall of fame occupied by for many young Navy men and Mistinguette, Marlene Dietrich, Ann their brides. She set her mouth. Laugh Ambassador .The last time Broadway saw Bill Gaxton and Victor Moore romping around a stage together, the moonfaced, rotund-shaped Moore was try*'}&& to up himself from the position . Public Enemy No. 13 in "Anything and Gaxton was helping him * ' gut. Well, they're on a new mission in "Leave It To Me,'' because Moore now is the new Ambassador to Soviet :. Russia and Gaxton is doing all he can to get the homesick envoy recall- City Meat Market CHOICE K. C. MEATS, HOT TAMALES and OYSTERS. PROMPT FREE DELIVERY. PHONE 767 Master Shoe Rebuilders With 22 years of experience in Shoe repairing enables us to give you the very best. We guarantee our work to please. 100 Block on Walnut St. and her mother had noticed! The solemn words of the marriage service rang through the hushed church. "In sickness and in health to love and to cherish . . . for richer for poorer . . . for better for worse. . . ." Dwight was putting the ring on Marvel's finger. "With this token . . ." Judy bit her lip. And then it was all over. The bride and groom were going up the aisle. Outside, steel flashing in the sunlight, there was an arch of swords. The ushers, standing straight and tall, with their swords uplifted. There was noise and laughter, and someone said, "Pop! There goes the first flashlight!" Pictures Pictures for the wedding luncheon of the bride, newspapers. There was a at the Coronado Hotel. Judy schooled herself sternly. She must get through it! Dwight was married now. Married. She wanted to cry. * * * fyHE long dining room was "*" mobbed. There was a lace covered table, and Diane whispering, "It's her own cloth, and her own silver. Isn't it sumptuous?" Rows of repousse forks, heavy silver platters. A frosted wedding cake as big as a punchbowl, with a berjbboned wedding bell leaning on its side. There was a centerpiece of orchids—orchid colored and yellow. There were long trays of crisp rolls, iced mousses with pink tops and sections of golden lemons nestling in parsley. Snowy napkins, stacks of exquisite china. At one end of the table an imposing silver coffee pot sat among tiny, priceless cups. Jack whistled. *I said brown, didn't I?" He added, "I'm hungry. She must have imported a chef from New York. There's little I recognize." But though he brought Judy a plate loaded with dainties, she couldn't eat. People were toasting the bride, pressing around her. Judy thought desperately, "She won't miss me." And yet she'd have to convey her best wishes. She'd have to look at Dwight and say, "I hope you'll be very happy." Diane and Bill found them, and Diane said, "Boy, this reminds me of the day Bill and I sneaked around the corner and got married!" She laughed. "He took off on a flight about two hours later, didn't you, darling-!"' It was not fn"at they hadn't seen weddings before as beautifully managed as this one. It was simply that everything here shrieked of Marvel's millions. There was no hominess about this wedding— no dear, heartfelt tears, nothing that, except for the wedding bell pn the cake, would have distinguished this opulent lunch from a thousand other fashionable lunches. Bill said reflectively, "When he r.id, 'With this ring I thee en dow', I was reminded of the old one about the seaman first who married a millionaire's daughter. Right at that part ane of the sailors who'd come to the wedding yelled 'There goes that guy's sea- bag'." ? « * T\IANE touched Judy's arm. ^ "Come on, let's get it over with." The four oi thern-^Bjll and Jack and Diane and Judy, pushed forward among the laughing guests. Judy almost upsci a cup of coffee someone carelessly held in an outstretched hand. 'Sorry," she mumbled. She glanced up. It was that man again! The bride's uncle, a ;tout, ruddy man in a morning coat, was talk? ing to Admiral Alcott. Dwight was standing beside his bride, obviously impatieife Judy's ftgart sank. He couldn't wait to get her away from the people—to have her alone. The memory of his kisses on her own mouth was bitter. But she was the first of the four to say, "I hope you'll be very happy, Marvel. You were the loveliest bride I ever saw." "Just like a movie wedding," liiane was murmuring. "Darling, it was gorgeous!" "The best of everything," said Jack, a trifle stiffly. But Bill Bell's laughter boomed out and he cried, "Hey, don't I get to kiss the I thought it was always bride? done." Marvel's eyes flashed. "Come on," she said, and lifted her face to Bill's. "Boy!" said Bill, The uncle rocked with laughter. Even Judy's father grinned. * * * middle-aged women in dark lace, who had sat on the bride's side of the church, came up then. "Marvel, honey, it was too perfect! Oh, darling, I hope you'll be so happy." "Honey, you're the bride of the century. May you always have the best of everything." "Thanks, Mrs. Kingsley. Thank you, Mrs. Drake," said Marvel. "This is our chance," Diane whispered to Judy, and they withdrew from the group of people around the bride. "Are tney going away on a honeymoon?" Bill asked. "That boy looked nervous." "They're going somewhere, no doubt," said Diane. "But Mrs. Lane told me Marvel wanted to go to Honolulu and Dwight couldn't get the leave. Not that it wasn't coming to him, but he told Captain Lane he didn't have the money and would rather have the leave later." "She's sot the money," said Bill matter-of-factly. "Darling, would you have liked me to take you to Honolulu for our honeymoon?" Diane bantered. "We did all right," her young husband grinned. "I shouldn't have thought Campbell'd be- proud that -way," Jack said. "That's unkind!" Judy snapped. "Anyhow," Diane concluded. "He wouldn't. He's got sense enough to know how it would look. I can see right now what o. happy married life they'll have, with her wanting to splurge and him trying not to be a naval gigolo." "We sound like a group ol old maids—gossipy old maids!" said Judy definitely ending the conversation. But in her heart, she was thinking, "It's true. It's true. He'll never be happy with her." By Olive Roberts Barlon Defeatest Theme Sqng of "I Can't" Must Be Changed to "I Can' r Tim looked nt his big Jolly mother and said roefully, "You expect too much of Vive, mother I'm not like you' and you can't see it. You like everybody and seem so sure of yourself." "Nonsense," she remarked heartily. "You nre not grown up until you learn to see the good in people. I think, for n 7-yenr-old, your outlook is too clls- mul, that is all." "Well, maybe I could be more cheerful. But don't you sec? I'm ns different from you and Dad and Mary and Rich as night from day. You all think you cnn do anything you try. I can't be that wny." "Now listen, Tim. I've had you for a long time. I haven't fed you three menls a day and cared for you ull these yenrs for nothing. I've tried my best from your early childhood to give you 'nVore faith in yourself. You never had an ounce. I mad you lenrn 'Little drops of water—' uncl 'If nt first you tlont succeed—' 'from the time you started to school. I did everything I could to ub feur out of you with n great big eraser. I went at it softly when you were small and thcrt I tried letting, you take chances when you svere growing. Tilings thiit.I wasn't too sure were safe, either. For 1 know .better thart you did about what wtis safe mid what was not. "I knew it would blow up a storm that day I let you and Rich go out in the catboat. I thought that a bit of rough experience might show you thnt other things were safe and easy by comparison. You did stick out your chest for a while after thnt, too. You boasted mightily that you weren't a bit afrnicl "I went further than thnt I encouraged you to go in for football, and I hnte it. You could have mnde a grand player, but every time the team lost you blamed it on yourself. I didn't care half us much about your broken elbow ns I did about the way you blamed yourself for throwing the game." "Look here, mother. I'm not nil jelly. The truth is thnt you don't understand rne. I mean you don't know how I feel. I guess no one can understand my complexes," he sighed. "But you ought to know leant change, no matter how weaek you think I am." "Now, Tim, this is going to be harder for me to say than letting you go out in the catboat or into that game. Just this. You nre grown up now, ns ever you will bo. If you begin to tnlk nt this nge nbout not being understood, then it's all up with you ns stive as you are standing there. You nre n bom defentist. I guess thnt's the word. You may ns well know it. You are defeated before you begin. You nre thinking, M can't, I can't, I cnn'l.' And when you don'.t mnke good right nwny you.brood and get sick. Only you cnn cure yourself' Thnt's what I'm trying to toll you.. No one else cnn. Stop talking about'being unlucky.and. say, 'I'm' lucky.' Lnugh more. Don't be so serious' nbout yourself. Nobody else cnn mnke n mnn of you. Life is hard. Learn that. Bent it. Don't let it beat you." Tim slowly snid, "I'll do my best for you." She smiled. "Don't do it for my sake. Tim. . Do it for your own." "ft /"Irj" ., Monday^ November 21,1988 A Book * Day •y Prize Sqimh* Start Prize Squabble One of the most haunting nnd melancholy emotions n wan can have is the yearning to see sorne pnrt of pri- mevnl America restored to its old coni dltion. The unbroken forests, the encl- les prniries ns they were before the plow touched them, the tremendous herds of btiffnlo on the great plains—' these nre things Hint we cnn never see, nnd yet we cnn hardly* escape from the nostalgic desire to see them. It is such emotion that pervades McKincllny Kantor's new novel, 'The Noise of Their Wings" (Cownrd-McCtm J2.50). Mr. Knntor tolls nbout n wealthy retired manufacturer who has a yen to see ngnin the grenl flocks of passenger pegeons thnt used to fly across the land—those unbclicveuble vnst flocks which, by the soberest estimate of the naturalists, used to number upward of n billion birds in one flight, which literally darkened the sky und yet which for nil their numbers wore complety destroyed by the rapacity of pioneer Americans. The manufacturer in this story offers $100,000 to anyone who can produce n live imir passenger piegons. A Florida cracker comes out of the buy as, at lost, with the lesircd pair nnd wins the prize. And then things happen- as you might know they would. The money ruins the < cracker nnd his family, n chnlp of misfortune nnd vio* lence Is set moving—nnd, In the end, the rich mnn falls in his attempt to recenle old-time America nnd prod duces instead nothing but tragedy. It makes an nppcnling and effective story. 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