Albuquerque Journal from Albuquerque, New Mexico on June 7, 1931 · Page 10
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, , a ." '"' IfTS m il 1 j tn 1 FromtheGircle , T 1 T , 51 TO to the Square byjaCKLait WTiaf 7e June Moon Sees These Nights Along the Slanting Street M-VSl : SdL i- . j.mii inmiiii i ij r "' - 1 - uPV sf W V. n V7T THE night watchman was patrolling the goodly grounds of an ace showman of New York on a select spot above the North shore of Long Island. He heard foreign sounds and shuffled over. His flashlight was in one band, his nickel-plated mailorder pistol in the other. The light showed up a dozen men with wicked automatics nosed at him. His arms went limp. "Who owns this dump?" asked one of the trespassers, edging forward. The panicky guardian stammered and stuttered the answer. "H'mph," coughed the stranger. "I've heard o' him take me to him." The theatrical man resented being awakened. But the gorilla with the blue rod in his hand was extremely courteous. "Sorry to pester you," he aid, "but our engine went scrammy in the Sound and we had to make a forced landing, so to say, at your private dock. If we can use your phone well have the boys up with a fleet o' scooters (booze trucks) in a couple o' hours an' clear the stuff. We won't annoy you aiore'n is nec's'ry." He picked up the pearl-plated handset and called a number; then he bowed out ... in 94 minutes the amusement magnate heard cumbersome carriers backing into his preserves. He went to his window. Shadowy figures, through the dark, were dragging and hauling big bales. Presently aU was quiet once more after the trucks had started up and had ground away. Next day the theatrical man got a call at his house over the wire of the suppressed number: "Thanks for your hospitality last night," said a familiar voice. "Wo wouldn't have muscled in. But we had no other out If we can ever do anything for you, call such-and-such " "You can't do a thing for me. I don't need any hootch," replied the theatre-man. "And I don't need any bootleggers, rum-runners or gangsters. Why the Wistful British Beauty Married the -W khz) ttCJC By a Staff Correspondent. LONDON. UL.D you, In any circumstances, marry the man who had killed your husband? That may sound like a farcical question, or a wicked one. But to Mrs. Gerald Duff, widow of a gallant Highland officer, it was one of stern sobriety, demanding a clear-cut answer. When the World War spread its crimson clouds over the face of civilization, Duff was one of the first to join the colors. He was attached to the Royal Air Force, and his comrades, from colonels to subalterns, were unanimous in declaring him to be one of the most intrepid spirits that had ever taken a nose-dive without flinching or plunged an enemy 'plane into flames. w Back home, the flier's wife awaited his return with that stoically concealed impatience so characteristic of women of the period. Duff never came back. ft Mwm ihfA Sift J S3 " fPi fc) iiiMmS- The way you tore up my lawn moving that poison say, if it costs me a dime to fix it, it'll nick me a thousand bucks and in these times a thousand bucks ain't hay." The fluid-floater hung up. Next afternoon a telegraph messenger boy left an envelope with "Information" at the door of the showbird's fiffice no receipt demanded. It was addressed to him and marked "Personal." He tore it open and found a sheet of paper blank and, folded in it, a grand note a $1,000 billl Farina Is Cooked Have you ever stopped to wonder what ever became of Farina, that little black dish that used to take all the punishment in the "Our Gang" comedies? Lemme spill: Eight years ago Allen Clayton Hoskins, dressed as a girl pickaninny, started getting bumps and stopping pies. Millions all over the world knew and liked him. He got $500 a week. Now he is 11 years old and no longer cute, so he can't scrabble a dime out of Hollywood. Recently New York vaudeville agents were sounded out on a proposed act to be played by Farina and his sister, Mango. Photoplay announces he is definitely through in the films. . Young Movies James Young, now conducting the Academy of Advanced Arts in Stein- Eerie Romance of the Widow Whose Hatred Turned to Love After Time Had the f.A a- n- .? j HIS EYES GREW SAD CapL Otto von Kohenlocbe, German Army Officer, Whote Remorte When He Found He Had Slain Hit Fiancee Former Husband in the World War Knew No Bounds. This Photo Gives an Excellent Impression of His Distinguished Bearing. In a dawn patrol over the foe's territory he encountered a German ace. The latter was a marksman of parts. Carefully he sighted the British craft, fired. The plane, twisting and turning like some great tortured bird, fell. Duff perished. ... Beneath the war widow's impenetrable mask burned two emotions sorrow for the brave and gentle man who had been her mate, and fierce and implacable hatred of the unknown man who had brought to him an agonizing death. She didn't rave or make melodramatic oaths of revenge. But inside her brain burned a merciless detestation. . . . Years dragged by twelve in all M Coy Watson and Hit Movie Brood of Nino Youngsters, All Filmfolki Except the Mother, Who I Probably Too Busy. Coy It a Matter Effect Mechanic, and All the Kidt Have Been Shot. way Hall, directed the first picture ever thrown on a screen in a Broadway theatre, a burlesque melo called "Goodness Gracious," with Sydney Drew and Young's wife, Clara Kimball Young. This was followed on the same bill by "A Million Dollar Bid." Young directed the first American five-reeler, "My Official Wife." There had been one pieced together under the title of "The Great Train Robbery," but that one had not been made as a continuity. The first picture ever shown in a large auditorium was "Hearts in Exile," which played three weeks to capacity in the New York Hippodrome before a single "movie palace" had ever been conceived. The Bayes Mystery Nora Bayes died in 1928. Her remains still repose in a receiving vault at Woodlawn cemetery. Her husband, Benjamin Friedland, refuses to authorize her buriaL He is constantly asked why, and he constantly answers that it Is nobody's business but his own. The monthly rental is paid promptly. The cemetery authorities state that the body could remain for ten or twelve years more in a state of preservation where it Is. Nora's husband was the Healed Wound I . ... ..." War memories were fading from people's minds. But not from the Widow Duff's. Without brooding over her old tragedy, she still remembered, though perhaps not so bitterly as before. Fortunately for her, she had not been left penniless; indeed, bllC WU ill VClJf VUU VHVMIH stances. So it came about that when her personal physician advised her to spend a little time at a French spa, Mrs. Duff was able to do so in handsome fashion. She set out for Aix-les-Bains, one of the smartest places in France, and installed herself in a leading hotel. The "season" was on and the place was crowded. Many of the guests were former officers in the English, French and German armies men who had distinguished themselves at the front and who had undergone p ai n f u 1 wounds or other vicissitudes. Among them was a Captain Otto von Kohcnloche. a al FEARFUL VISION "A terrible thought flashod across the sweethearts' minds. It was almost as if a phantom airplane, breathing fire and smoke, were hovering over their heads. Otto seized the Widow Duff's wrist as if to prevent her from recoiling, but she started back, with grief and horror written on handsome, quiet-spoken gentleman. In the course of the conventional hotel social routine, Mrs. Duff met him. She Oopjnjtit, 1(31, lnlcioation.1 faluit Stirlu. YJ i.ii-: " S 0AA 5! !'J m t r"Wm !!!! ! !! V J illl i! 1 M ! 1 ft M A Fanchon and Marco Unit tor Picture Home SUgM Where the Demand U for "Fleh" Showi. The Partners Are Brother and Sitter and Have Almott a Monopoly on the Butinett. chief beneficiary of her estate, which was quite a chunk. Came the Twilight Sitting at twilight with Mary Nolan in her room on the twenty-seventh floor of the magnificent new St. Moritz Hotel, overlooking Central Park and all uptown to the horizon, I turned. And, surreptitiously, behind my back, the gorgeous blonde star was stealing a hand-hold with her husband, a 23-year-old clerk in a broker's office, who wears red suspenders and has curly hair. Millionaires and princes have pursued her, famous actors have punctuated her life; she is at the peak of her feminine charms right now and she goes and marries a kid with a rather ordinary job for love I ldio$yncrazieS' With Mary Pickford retiring as a producer, Gloria Swanson remains the last and only feminine star-magnate in the business. . . . James W. Elliott walked calmly over to the Actors' Equity and laid down $4,800 in dough to pay off for rehearsals of "Strong Stuff," which were discontinued because of script trouble. In a season like this, that hurt! ... A Forty-second Street drugstore run by Fine 4 Fein. . . . Plenty of fan mail coming in for Lon Chaney and Louis Wolheim and, ' for that matter, for Valentino, Wallace Reid and Mabel Normand mostly foreign. . . . Aa antique is a piece of furniture that's paid for. Tom Bourke's dream is coming true as Glenview Race Course takes form. We had a long talk the other night in New York like we uied to in Chicago when he covered Desplaines Street police station, nights, for the Tribune, and I was his opposition for the then Examiner, and we'd sit on a bread-box on Madison near Paulina and exchange Air Ace Who Slew Her Gallant Husband , - V 3 I C V -"J J y X'H '. her countenance." was strongly attracted by the stranger's breeding and open admiration. The friendship speedily ripened into ro Us,, QnU Bruno BJiuu Seierte4. the lowdown on a lot of things that have ehanged plenty since then. . . . One vaudevillian, who played four weeks out of forty this year, says he'll lay off two more weeks and then close his season. . , . Bugs Baer to Bert Hanlon in a poker game: "Oh, stop your squawking I'm hoarse listening to you." . . . Bob Benchley says the talkies are a great improvement, but he doesn't think they'll ever replace horses. Blanche Le Claire, new film femme, changing her name to Ann Brewster. Blanche Le Claire is her right monicker. She says it's "too theatrical." . . , David Belasco was laid away beside his daughter in the mausoleum where for years he kept a paid day and night watch over her and candles burning. . . . D. B. had a strange faith that he would live to 150 perhaps forever. . . . There is a press agent named Georgia Alabama Florida. . . . Alf T. Wilton, after 25 years as a foremost Broadway theatrical agent, has moved his business to his home on Manhattan Beach, where he functions, far from the rattle of the battle. . . . Novels are in far greater demand than plays right now for the lispies. . . . David Warfield came out of his home for the first time In many weeks to weep his farewell to Belasco. . . . They had been bitter enemies for years after a famous friendship and association. They broke over an argument about Warfield's rendition of Shylock. ... He will never act again. He is a multimillionaire. The producer of a show, not the owner of the theatre, sets the day of the opening. . . . The public sets the day of Its closing. . . . When Arthur J. Levy walks into the Friars Club you know it's one o'clock. . . . Adolph Zukor received the Portuguese Order of Santiago for his twentieth anniversary as a screen-benefactor. But he forgot where he put it. . . . "Strange Interlude" played to $7,000 in one per- mance. A proposal duly followed. Mrs. Duff shyly but enthusiastically accepted. During the early stages of their engagement, they naturally confided everything in one another. Often the talk turned, naturally enough, on war reminiscences. Mrs. Duff gave Otto a vivid description of how her husband had lost his life. Von Kohenloche's brow wrinkled reflectively. "It was one of your men who brought Gerald down over the Hindenburg line," she said. "Gerald was originally an infantry officer and had only been with the Royal Air Forces a short time." Otto scowled. Then a look of horror invaded his eyes. "Great Heaven!" he shouted, uprooted from his usual calm amiability, "I always thought of your husband as a Highlander! All the pictures of him you have show him in kilts. Was -?" At the same instant a terrible thought flashed across the sweethearts' minds. It was almost as if a phantom airplane, breathing fire and smoke, were arN2!!f!?i: JjfJtA, ft fir i " I "EETS A BOIDIE" Semmeh Lee Teaching Fenneh Brice a Hoofing Routine for "Crazy Quilt," Her Hmband't Show, in Which She Geevet Out Funneh Creeks. formance in San Antonio, Tex., which is more than most of the shows on Broadway are grossing for a week. . . . St Louis subscribed more than a hundred grand for Summer opera, J. J. Shubert directing in person. . . . New York has spent that much to look off the new Empire State hut . . . And I. J. Fox, the foxy fur fellow, is no schlemiel. He had a huge ad painted on his flat roof, where all the observers on the gallery of floor 102 have to see it . . . What radio, newsreels, eta, have done to the Chautauqua racket Is nobody's party. . . . Met Colleen Moer on Park Avenue. She hasn't changed much, but there was no crowd around. We Americans are equipped with grand little forgettcrs. . . . Don't forget that LOVELY. WISTFUL, BRAVE - l ne new iwre, it jtiihenloche, Formerly Mrs. Gerald Duff, Wife of a Gallant Highland Officer. She Is Now Married to the) Man Who Caused Duff's Death Ore the Hindenburf L.t" hovering over their heads. Otto seized the Widow Duff's wrist as if to prevent her from recoiling, but she started hack, with grief and horror written on her countenance. 'You you " she murmured, "killed my huaband! Didn't you, Otto?" she faltered pathetically. Otto shamefacedly nodded his head in assent. Sobbing uncontrollably, Mrs. Duff ran from the room. The next day she broke the engagement Almost a year passed before their paths crossed again. It was at a recent consular reception in Paris. Both Otto and Mrs. Duff were filled with thoughts of peace and good will toward all. Actually their love for each other had smouldered, not died. Kohenloche renewed his ardent suit. This time Mrs. Duff could not resist. "let the dead past bury its dead," she said to herself. week later she became Mrs. Otto Kohenloche in a Berlin registry office. Adoring the mnn who had slain her husband, she married him. Would you have done so in her circumstances? 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 ! 1 1 ! ' VM?Wi !m?1; uy.A-d

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