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NEW YORK FLOTSAM

I SHOOTING STARS. NAMES IN OBSCURITY. THE RHUMBA ARTIST. NEW November If. Those early morning (T-'iOj ritual, jt Grand Central Station. when ft, Chicago train, which ha- made bob. ncctions with a dc luxe flyer from Hollywood coasts into town, have awfully mysterious a!/< it thenj. Sometimes, there arc new tricks to make the incoming in .vie stars fee] welcome, like Xhe time two baby grand pianos were rolled down the runway toj parked on the gTeat. grimy, gloojut station platform —much t-. the astonish mcnt of the s<«ity cobwebs on girders —in order to give Grade Allph i platform for her gags. But, more often, there is just routine assemblage of reporters, photograpliers, Press agents, wearing either Mink coats or cigars, and some hundredi of schoolgirls or sohoolbovs with brief cases in one hand and autograph books in the other. Routine, but ludkroa enough—this little knot of frantie folk huddled in a single corner of the last marble s]>aces of the depot. What's mysterious about it k tbkThe other day. Janet Gay nor came it and was mobbed. her shining little face just risible as it tossed chip-like ca the waves of admiration. A few dap later, she rode up to Harmon to att Tyrone Power part of the way hone, and came back alone. She returned a time to see Loretta. Young come and stood off a little way to get potspective on the mob scene.

What thoughts raced through her tor pretty head as she, alone and ignoni, watched Miss Young, whose shining littfc face was just visible as it tossed ekro. like on the -waves of admiration! Hi department did not have a penny fe negotiate a trade for the thoughts, bat they must have been very educational

Look Who's Here. Xice things to know about ——r making news:—

John Bull is a local hotel auditor, WiU.iam Shakespeare works in aa enjrraving plant; one George Washington' is a corporation lawyer downtown and another is an importer; Hittler hi* a partner named Green hern- in fur business; C. X. Powders is in tk drug business; Samuel Adams is gcUar along all right-in trade; Abbie Lincda lives on University Place; A. Cspone h in business on Tenth Avenue; Hair Ford is a furniture dealer nptowa; King. George, is a local radio man; C Lindberg is a dentist; there are tine Alired E. Smiths in town, none of tiva related; S. Grant is a lamver, whose office is a few blocks norti of Attorney Robert E. Lee's: John Leva is a Forty-second Street lawyer, lni I know a school teacher named Pan who is married to a girl named Helen— and she actually was born in Troy, York. Third Fortune. | Every time this pleasant-looking young couple pet up on the dance floor at the Rainbow Room to do a rlmnh) the crowd stops and watches Something slick, something wild, —■ thing primitive about the perforatum Which is odd enough, because there a nothing slick, wild or primitva about either of them. She used to be a school teacher up ii Meriden, Conn., and he was the principal of the school. He still looks like a school teacher, one of the muscular, haehfnl kind who smoke cigarettes in order to lie regular fellows. He does two exceptionally well—the rhumba and a regular bang-up native hula. Bnt he still thinks it's a little wicked to saob a cigarette.

There are other peculiar things about the lad. Up to three weeks ago, his pay cheque was 10.S00 dollars a week net, meaning all his. Then he decided he was working too hard and cut hii job in half. Instead of thinking up ideas and carrying them out liimeelf, he's just going to think them up and hire other people to carry them out. That drop* his income to ">-!00 dollars a week, which, he thinks, will be enough to carry hin along. *

When he first came to New York fron -lendcn. he worked in a candy factory. He is only 3.i now, but between then and now. he has lost two large fortnnes. ow in the Wall Street crash of ¥3 that wiped him clean of 500.000 dollars, and one on a business venture. He's on hi' third fortune now. and thinks be ha* learned to hold on to it. Although he owns an extensive water* front estate on Long Island, a penthow a j>artment on East. Fifty-seventh Street to accommodate him on the two or tire* nights a week ho spends in town, and a place in Surrey, Maine, with thrae miles of waterfront, he has never ownsd a suit of tails and what goes with it — high hat. pumps, cane, etcetera- He *** impressed with the lack, and rushed through an order for an outfit the other day. Xow he's so excited about it thst his managers are having difficulty re* straining him from throwing a lai?® party in honour of its arrival. They tell him everybody who comes will want 4® break a bottle of champaime over itHis name ? Let me see. I've got ft marked down here somewhere. Oh, yes Phillips H. Lord, of the air waves. On® more thing: he is the son of the Reverend Lord.—V 4 X A

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Auckland Star, Volume LXVIII, Issue 301, 20 December 1937, Page 8

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NEW YORK FLOTSAM Auckland Star, Volume LXVIII, Issue 301, 20 December 1937, Page 8

NEW YORK FLOTSAM Auckland Star, Volume LXVIII, Issue 301, 20 December 1937, Page 8

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