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The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1940-08-01, Page 2THURSDAY, AUGUST 1st, .11)10 THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE “It All Depends” BY ALMA SIOUX SCARBERRY “That’s nice/’ Shamrock sighetl nvd: "Bk*>s my old buttons! The] star. She clinched her hands he- tiredly. little woman has been spying on hind her back and said furiously: The Exeter Times-Advocate “You rest, dear,’* Tex got up from the floor. “I'll raid the ice box and see what I can find for a light sup­ per. You'd better take it easy and try to get some sleep tonight.” Maybe, Smoky told herself uncer­ tainly, she hadn't made such a big mistake after all. Tex Stacy was the most perfect gentleman she’d ever known in her life. CHAPTER XIX Shamrock was touched deeply with the friendship offered by every one at the theatre w’hen she and Tex re­ turned the next night. To them she was only an amateur, but sorrow had come to her and they wanted to make her feel that she belonged. Torchy put her arms around her and kissed her when she entered the dressing room. “Oh, Smoky," she sobbed, “it’s awful losing your father just when you got married and ought to be so happy. It nearly killed me when I read about it in the papers.” Smoky sat down at her mirror, “It’s the way Pop wanted to go,” hei’ voice caught. “He wanted to die with his boots on. And he never would have been well because of his heart and injured back. He suffered terribly.” “Then it’s best,” Torchy wiped her eyes. “I think you’re very brave to come back so soon.” “I’m going in Tex’s ‘Go West' number,” Smoky pushed back her hair and tied a cloth around her head as she had seen the other girls do before making up. “No foolin’,” Torchy said unbe­ lievingly. “In Le Maire’s spot?” Warning From Torchy Smoky nodded. Torchy giggled, “Oh, boy! Will that burn Gogo? She’ll never forgive you. Maybe you don’t know it, but she’s got a crush on your cowhand.” “Really?” Shamrock looked up surprised1. “What makes you think so?” “Everybody knows it! She’s al­ ways hanging around his dressing room. Look out for that damsel. If you take her spot in the sketch she will never forgive you. She’s got a wild temper.” Smoky smeared the cold cream on her face languidly: “I guess Tex can handle her. I’m not worried." “I wouldn’t want her in my hair,” Torchy shrugged. Smoky had been told to watch Gogo and Tex from the wings, so that she would see how the star played the part of Lona from Ari­ zona. Tex wore a dark make-up that made him look very Spanish and iGogo was adorable in a white riding habit and Western hat. Underneath a yellow moon, Tex strummed his banjo and sang to her in his deep, mellow baritone. ■Give me your love and I will hold You in my arm forever, Smoky -watched and listened care­ fully because of what Torchy had told her, and she could see that Go- go certainly had her heart in her work. At the end Tex took her in his arms and kissed her, and Smoky saw Le Maire close her eyes and cling to Tex passionately as the cur­ tain fell to deafening applause. Smoky is Jealous ’ They took three encores, and at the end of each Gogo clung to Tex and kissed him. Gogo went off into the other wings to go to her dress­ ing room and Tex joined Shamrock. She pulled away when he bent to kiss her. “Wipe some of that woman’s lip­ stick off before you kiss me,” Smoky said furiously, and Tex looked at her in amazement. “Darling! Don’t tell me you’re jeal­ ous of Gogo. You flatter me.” “I’m not blind,’ Smoky told him grimly. “You certainly enjoy your work.” It infuriated her when Tex grin- Another Bad Night Could Get No Rest To the thousands who toss, night after night, on sleepless beds and to whose eyes slumber will not come. To those who sleep in a kind of way, but whose rest is broken by bad dreams and nightmares. To those who wake up in the morning as tired as on going io bed, we offer in Milburn’s Health and Herve Pills a remedy to help soothe and calm the nerves and bring them back to a perfect condition, and When this is done there should be no more sleepless nights due to shat­ tered nerves. The T. Milburn Oo., Toronto, tat. me.” “I guess” Smoky twisted hex;' hands "everybody in the show knows that she’s got a crush on you. I—it’s just embarrassing, that’s all.’ “Never mind honey. You’ll be get­ ting Le Maire’s kisses after tomor­ row night. And we’ll show ’em a real fadeout.” She sniffed disdainfully and walk­ ed away. Tex looked after her, scratching his head. Shamrock jeal­ ous? It was an encouraging sign and he went back to his dressing room feeling quite cheerful Gogo was in the room waiting for him. He left the door open and the star went over and closed it. “Tex,” she pouted prettily, “did you have anything to do with your wife taking my place in your West number?” “Not a thing, Gogo,” Tex assur­ ed truthfully. V'The first thing 1 heard of it was when Chance came over to take some pictures the other day.” Gogo Starts Plotting “I feel so much better,” Gogo sighed. “ -was afraid you didn’t like me.” Tex was beginning to feel decided­ ly .uncomfortable. He said guarded­ ly: “You’re too intelligent a trouper to think I’d let my personal feelings enter into my job, Miss La Maire.” Gogo didn’t quite know what he meant. She pouted again, because she was famous for her cute pout. Men loved it, she had found. “You wouldn’t mind—terribly,” Gogo looked up at him appealingly, “If Melvin changed his mind and let me keep the spot then, darling.” Tex said: “That is entirely up to Mr. Melvin.” “After all,” Gogo told him sweet­ ly, “it never would have happened if Miss O’Toole hadn’t got all the publicity when she married you. I am sure you wouldn’t want her to be just a stooge, Mel admits she’s just a chorus girl and always will be.” Tex’s face colored. “She’s Mrs. Stacy,” he said quietly, “and that’s all I want her to be.’ Gogo laughed a little, amused, tinkling laugh and shook hei’ head. “You’ve got it bad, haven’t you, darlin? But you’ll get over it soon. You’re going to be a great star, and some day you’ll want a woman who can help you. Not an ordinary little thing who can’t do anything but be a millstane around your neck.” Before Tex could answer she jumped up and blew him a kiss. “Be seein’ you, darling. I must change. Think it over.” She was gone in a flash. Tex looked at the closed door with a worried frown. A Visit to Gogo A moment later Smoky was told by the doorman that Miss La Maire would like to see her in the star’s dressing room, Torchy shook her head darkly: “I knew it! Are you going?” Smoky had grown a little pale. “I—<1 guess I’d better,” she swallow­ ed nervously. “Maybe she wants to offer her sympathy or something.” “Oh sure! Little sweetness and light Le Maire. She’s full of the milk of human kindness.” When Smoky knocked at the door with the big stai’ on it, Snooky, Go- go’s maid answered it. “You may go, Snooky,” Miss Le Maire said grandly, and the colored woman went down the hall. The star did not ask Smoky to sit down. Smoky stood looking at her uncertainly. Gogo ran a pow­ der puff over her nose for a few seconds, then she turned from the mirror and wasted no time in get­ ting to the point. “I sent for you to tell you not to go in the West number,” she said regally. “I won’t have my part cut and a chorus girl put in my place. Your husband doesn’t want you in it, either. So I guess that makes it unanimous.” CHAPTER XX Gogo’s air of superiority was the one thing that helped Shamrock to get her bearings. She paused, look­ ed at Smoky as though she were the dirt under her famous little feet. Auger loosened Smoky's tongue. “I don’t believe my husband said he doesn’t want me in the West number,” Smoky's eyes flashed. “My dear,” smiled Gogo coolly, “do you think I care whether you believe it or not? He said ho would not have minded having a wife for a stooge if she had any talent. But that it is embarrassing to him to have you put in the number just because Melvin thinks it’ll be good publicity for him.” Dressing-Room Argu mon t Smoky wanted to slap the blond "You’re not fooling me, Miss Le Maire. It's no secret to everybody in the show that you’re making a play for Tex.” Gogo’s eyes narrowed. “If I want­ ed him,” she smiled, “I’d get him. But that’s neither here nor there. I’m not going to let you ruin that number. It’s the best one he has. Your’s the worst dancer in the Ginger Snaps, and you can’t sing. If you really care anything about Tex’s career, you’ll tell Melvin you don’t want to do the number.” “Well, I won’t,’ Smoky’s chin shot out stubbornly. “Oh,” Gogo dropped her regal cloak and her face colored with an­ ger. “So you’re going to be like that, are you?” “Just like that!” Smoky snapped “Just because you’ve got a crush on my husband don’t you think you can kick me around. I’m not afraid of you!” Le Maire was amazed at the im­ pertinence of the chorus girl. “I’m afraid you don’t quite realize to whom you are speaking,” the star drew herself up regally again. “I’m not speaking to a lady, I’m sure of that.” Smoky was fighting- mad by that time. Gogo jumped up, crazy with anger and grabbed the jar of cold cream But before she could throw it, there was a loud knock on the door. Tex to the Rescue It was Tex. He looked from the wild-eyed star to Smoky in astonish­ ment “What’s going on here?” he put an arm around Smoky and saw that she was trembling. “I was told you had sent for any wife, Miss Le Maire?” “Get her out of here,” Gogo said between clinched teeth. “She can’t come in here threatening me because she’s jealous of you. I won’t have it.”“You lie!” Smoky said quietly, grateful for Tex’s strong arm hold­ ing her. Tex said soothingly: “Now calm yourself, Smoky. Af­ ter all, this isn’t a matter for u£ to settle, Miss Le Maire. It’s up to Melvin to cast the show the way he wants it.” “Get her out of here.” Le Maire looked as though she could commit murder.” Before I break hei’ neck.” “Offe thing I must ask, Miss Le Maire,” Tex said stiffly. “That you don’t annoy my wife again. You’d no right to send for her to come to your dressing room. She has just buried her father and I won’t have her worried.” “Aren’t you noble?" Gogo sneer­ ed, crazy with rage that Tex would embarrass her before a chorus girl. “I don’t imagine it’ll be long until you’re back with the cows and horses, you big, ignorant cow punch­ er!” < Comfort for Smoky Tex did not answer her. He had Smoky from the dressing room and Gogo banged the door behind them until it shook the theatre. Down the hall Tex kissed Smoky quickly and forced a smile. “Don’t let it get you down, darling. Melvin will handle her. Just keep out of her way and don’t tell anybody about it.” Shamrock nodded; choking back tears, and reached up and kissed his cheek. “I—won’t worry, Tex. Not as long as I have you to fight for me. You were wonderful.” “Tell me more about that later,” Tex kissed the top of her head. Going home Tex refused to talk about what Le Maire might do or to go over the hectic events of the evening. When they reached the house he held her close in the dark before they turned on the lights and begged against her mouth: “Forget it, sweetheart. Forget everything but that I’m here and that I love you.” She was so grateful to him for his kindness through the dark days and for the way he had defended her before Gogo Le Maire. For a little while she almost forgot why she had married him. His strong arms were a haven and she was like a very tired and be­ wildered child. After Tex had fallen asleep she lay looking at him in the dim light from the street and sud­ denly she had an irrestible mater­ nal desire, to kiss the dark lock of hair that had fallen over his fore­ head. A Kiss in the Dark She pushed the lock back ten­ derly and tears came to her eyes. What would be the end of her strange marriage she wondered? Tex knew she had married him for a reason and that she did not love him. How long would he be satisfied with a wife who submitted to his caresses in payment of a debt she felt she owed him because he Blonde, .petite Hope Manning, whose glorious voice is known to millions of radio fans, found peaceful relaxation at Banff in the Canadian Rockies between singing engagements. The Columbia singing star, who is seen here at the famous open-air sulphur pool at the Banff Springs Hotel, traveled through Canada on her way east to St. Louis where she was to start a month with the famous “Muny” Operas. She had just completed an engagement with John Charles Thomas and the Los Angeles Light Opera. had married her when she begged him to? Sympathy for hei’ would cause him to be kind for a little while. He was sorry for her because her father had died. And because he was a gentleman, he had even risked his job in Snapshots to defend her against the celebrated Le Maire. No doubt the star could easily get him fired if she demanded it. What would happen if some day Tex found out she had married him only to spite Karl Hetrick? And because she thought he would be famous some day? Smoky had been so sure it would never matter to her what she did to any man after what Karl had done\to her. But now she wasn’t so sure. Finally she fell asleep, with her head against Tex’s shoul­ der. In the early morning hours Dagne Hetrick died. Karl’s son died with her. Tex and Smoky ate a late break­ fast and when they had finished Tex got up and told Smoky he was going for a walk. She thought it strange he didn’t ask her to go along, but decided it was best not to suggest it. More Trouble Ahead When Tex came down stairs he was in his cowboy habit, boots and spurs. “I’ll be back in a couple of hours, darling,” he kissed her light- Jy and walked to the door.o “You’re not going over to see about that Le Maire business, are you?” she asked, suddenly suspic­ ious. He shook his head: “No ma'am,” Birthday Cards for every member Of the family Thank You; Going Away; Wedding Anniversary; Sympathy; / Friendship; Convalescent; Gift Enclosure; Baby Congratulations; Birth Announcement. he said in his cowboy drawl. “This is secret business. Mrs. Stacy. And don’t you go follerin’ me. Be ready to go to rehearsal at ;2 o’clock.” It was an hour later that Smoky received word that her husband was in St. Agues’ Hospital. He had been thrown from a horse and badly in­ jured at the Smith Riding Academy. CHAPTER XXI The riding academy was a few blocks away. .Smoky had knowns Joe Smith, the riding master, since she was a little girl. She hastened there when she got word that Tex had been hurt. When 'Shamrock’s cab stopped at the hospital, Joe was standing on the steps. “What happened, Joe?” she ran to him. “Where’s Tex?” Joe took her arm. “Steady, kid,” lie was very pale. “I guess he’s in the operating room. The doctor said I was to wait downstairs in the wait­ ing room with you until they send word.” “I—is he badly hurt?” Smoky’,s chin trembled. “Oh, he’ll be all right,” Joe evad­ ed. “But he got a .pretty bad fall.” “Tex—fell from a horse?” Smoky asked bewildered. ‘I—don’t under­ stand. He was brought up on a ranch in Texas." (To be Continued) Farmer: “Do you guarantee this clover seed?" Merchant: “I should say so! If this seed doesn’t come, up, you bring it back and we will refund your money!" - Are you a “high-brow"? Or do you, like me, enjoy Wagner because he makes lots of noise with brass instruments? The next question that follows — very naturally, it seems to me — is, “Do you know how to act at a classical concert or a recital? And the answer, as it seems to he to so many questions, is—-“It all depends”! Now I have only attended two “classical concerts” in my life. One was to heai' Bronislaw Hubernian tear an audience apart with a bow against strings, and the other to hear Vladimir Horowitz fill the vast cubic content of Toronto’s Massey Hall with sounds loud and low, airy and percussive, .-grave and gay. On each occasion the behaviour of the audience was vastly differ­ ent. Like all newspapermen who find, themselves in an unfamiliar atmos­ phere I relied upon watching the audience accustomed to this sort of thing as a guide to my own behav­ iour. On each occasion, being en­ tirely unversed in matters musical, my applause followed by a split sec­ ond that of those who knbw the music—for the simple reason that I feared to start clapping my hands during a long rest. Those two audiences had the clas­ sic resemblance—or lack of it—at­ tributed to chalk and cheese. The Hoberman concert was given in a very up-to-date hall in the new­ er part of Jerusalem. The audience was composed mainly of earnest young refugees from all parts of Europe. That was six years ago. So far as I was concerned the mat­ ter of behaviour was simple. I was taken to the concert by the High Commissioner along with the rest of the house guests at Government House. Every-one stood as His Ex­ cellency and the party entered the hall. Huberman began his program only after he had threatened the audience that he would not play unless they ceased their political clamouring. Policital clamour at a recital? Yes! raised by “grateful refugees who demanded that the Chairman’s announcement of a forthcoming ben­ efit performance for their fellows left at home should be made in Hebrew first and English after­ wards.- Now in Toronto, on the other hand it was not necessary for the out­ standing pianist to threaten his audience. Decidedly not. Toronto music lovers—and their husbands— know too well what is expected of them to lift their voices when an artiste is on the platform. But Hor­ owitz did. find it necessary to fix a baleful glare upon his audience be­ fore each number to quell the cough- ers! When it came to the, actual play­ ing there was no difference to be found in the two audiences. Rapt attention held them spell bound. At least it looked like rapt attention, to me. Maybe, as in my case, it was a combination of fascination with the rapidly flashing hands of the artiste and the effect of the music. In my 'case, of course, I didn’t “understand” the music at all—I just liked it. And I mean, low-brow that I am, that I really liked it even thouh there wasn’t a tune I could carry away in my head and whistle under the shower the next morning. And T didn’t cough once. Why do people cough? Why do they find it impossible to quell their bellows when they are in church, or the movies, or at a concert? They can control coughs all right when they are eavesdropping on a party line or listening to an indis­ creet pah’ of matrons on a streetcar. And, comparing the occasions upon which they cough uncontrollably, why is it that the control seems to improve with the cost of the ticket? In church, for instance, if the cough comes in the long prayer or the sermon it’s just too bad. In a movie, where money has been paid, the cough is generally suppressed while interesting or important line is being spoken. And in a concert, the highest of all in price, it is sav­ ed for the intervals between num­ bers and dies quickest where the artiste appears most bothered by it. This has nothing to do with coughts, or audiences, or concert artistes but I suppose it was assoc­ iation of ideas that brought it into my head. When I was a good deal younger my grandmother had a favorite recipe for a cough. It was a favorite of mine too . . . Black­ currant jam. Grandma used to give us spoonfuls (or, do you prefer spoonsful) of it when we started to cough. Perhaps we" have all been overlooking something, for just this morning in a “Women’s Page” feature—I do read the strangest things—I came upon a little piece about Esthonia. Esthonia, according to the latest authentic map of Europe, is just across the gulf from Finland, and in Esthonia, according to this article they put blackcurrant jam in their tea. What the reason is, the article did not advance. The statement was made and the writer wisely let ft go at that. . 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Well, the Initials Are the Same Mr, and Mrs. Woodrow Wilson Jones announce the birth of a seven and a half pound son - he has been named Wendell Wilkie Jones.