The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, May 11, 1929, Page 10

as <e@ evs 5s sp EEEY MATATAZAIe> eorenoAr mMeomont ANA mame me aac ae ” A2amonas SO ee Oe ne RAZ ONO RAMMst sae woth AD t By RODNEY DUTCHER \ (NEA Service Writer) Washington, May 11.—One of the jobs Harry Sinclair might qualify for during his 90 days of incarceration is that of interior decorator. There is little question that Sin- clair will find room for certain aes- thetic improvements in his new s roundings and his jailer will probably find the oil man glad to make any suggestions and to supervise their ¢x- ecution. When he is a free man in Wash- ington Sinclair stays at the Carlton hotel, which is a very swell place, and it was there that he demon- strated his eye for color and his aver- sion for drabness. ‘The walls and rooms of the hotel were once all of a putty color, their surface being fashionably scrambled and resembling so much chewing | gum. But Sinclair told the manage- ment he must have the walls of his suite splashed with a little bright blue over all. When this was done the effect was so rich that the man- agement carried the scheme out throughout the hotel. eke If the senate lags far behind the house in dealing with this year's legis- lation, one is justified in predict- ing that the fault will be that of the Hon. J. Thomas Heflin, senior senator from Alabama. No one who fails to read the Con- | gressional Record can realize just how much time Heflin has taken up in the first three weeks of the session. He has been at it just about every day, roaring and sweating to save this | method of salvation was the passage of his resolution condemning in no uncertain terms the unidentified per- sons in Brockton, Mass., who are al- leged to have hurled a milk bottle at him as he was being driven to make @ speech to the Ku Klux Klan. This resolution was badly beaten, but the mere beating has given Heflin some- thing to talk about for the rest of the session. * * * “If the House is truly supposed to be a representative body the Smiths, Jones, and Browns of the nation would seem to have a legitimate squawk. There are two Smiths in the house of the Seventy-first congress, Addison T. Smith of Idaho, the only one last session, having been joined by Joe T. Smith of West Virginia. But Marvin Jones of Amarillo, Tex., is the only congressman from his tribe and there are no Browns, unless you count a fellow named Browne. On the other hand, the Hulls and the Halls are here all out of propor- tion. There are Cordell Hull of Ten- nessee, Merlin Hull of Wisconsin and Morton D. Hull and William E. Hull of Ilinois. And Albert R. Hall of Indiana, Homer Hall of Illinois, Robert S. Hall of Mississippi and Thomas Hall of North Dakota. The Hulls and Halls are outnum- bered only by the Johnsons, of whom there are seven: Albert of Washing- ton, Fred of Nebraska, Jed of Okla- homa, Luther of Texas, Noble of In- diana, Royal of South Dakota and William of Mlinois. To say nothing of Rowland L. Johnston of Missouri. The Nelsons and Coopers run next fair land of ours from the machina- tions of the pope. Tom's proposed | behind the Hulls and Halls, with three cach. Rhoda Jonson did not answer Aunt Hattie’s sharp command that she “speak for herself,” but her big, China-blue eyes flashed a child-like appeal to her brother. “What is it, Sis?” he asked, his deep voice very kind. “Is there any question in your own mind about go- ing to New York for this audition? The girl who by a strange freak of nature could sing divinely in imita- tion of the voices of great sopranos but who would rather bake a cake than sing an aria burst suddenly in- to tears. “Of course she wants to get into the Metropolitan if she can, Nils!” Cherry answered for her sister-in- Jaw, her voice crackling with indig- nation and her topaz eyes sparking venomous anger at her interfering aunt. “You keep out of this a minute, honey,” Nils commanded his wife sternly. “Listen to me, Rhoda baby. T've been looking after you for a good long while now, honey, and you'll ad- mit that I've never made you do anything that you really didn't want todo. I'm asking you now: Do you want to be an opera singer, or don't you?” From behind the crooked arm muffled words and sobs tumbled out. “I—I don't want to, because I—I don’t think I can—” “Thai simply idiotic!” Cherry cried. “Everyone who's heard you Says you've got a voice exactly like Galli-Curci's—” “Yes!” Rhoda dropped her arm and faced her sister-in-law with a star- tling show of spirit. “Like Galli- Cureci’s! That's the whole point, I've tried hard to make you all see it! I'm just an imitator, like—like a parrot! I'm not a singer with anything but my vocal cords, and I can't help it if they happen to be queer—” “Queer!” Cherry groaned. Then, Shrilly: “Fame and fortune are waiting for you, glory for the whole family as well as yourself, and you're Perfectly willing to stick in my kitchen and—" “Cherry!” Nils warned. “No, I'm not!” Rhoda astonished them all by gasping out the defiance as she sprang to her feet. “I'm not willing to cook for you and Nils for the rest of my days. I want to get married—” Grandpa Lane, who had been straining forward to listen, his hand cupped behind his car, suddenly smote the table with his fist and whooped: “Attababy!” “Who's got a baby? Has Rhoda got a baby?” quavered Grandma Lane. “No, Grandma Lane,” Rhoda an- swered, her honey-colored head high. “I haven't got one yet, but I want one. I've never wanted to be an opera singer. I've never wanted any- thing but a husband and a home and babies—” “Got the daddy all picked out, ain't you?” Aunt Hattie chuckled. “Reckon I'm the only one in this family that ain't as blind as a bat.” Cherry's small body suddenly slumped low in her chair. Her shrug was a confession of defeat. “It's Ben Grayson, I suppose? I think you might have told me before, Rhoda—” “I didn't dare!” Rhoda quivered. “I ; didn't want to disappoint you and | Nils and—and my singing teacher jand everybody. I was going to try, honestly I was—" “Ben's a fine boy, honey,” her brother assured her, as he rose to take her into his arms. “You might have known I'd be tickled to death—” NEXT: Tony faces the truth. (Copyright, 1929, NEA Service, Inc.) *e * nto be queer—"__| (Conytight, 1899, NEA. Service, tne.) aaa a4 | told repeatediy, has a Yiddish fil f_IN NEW YORK (|e? - * od New York, May 11.—Trade follows the flag and gossip follows Hollywood. Hence, with the major lights of the film capital gathered in Manhattan ‘with merger in their hearts, there's enough “low down” for everybody. For instance . . . Camilla Horn, the loveliest thing that happened along the Danube since the waltz was writ- ten, came into town not so many days ago bent on buying a one-way ticket to her homeland. She had been starred with John Barrymore and all that, but still and all she had not given much heed to her English tu- tors. Hence, when the talkies ar- rived, there seemed little to do but decamp. Thus, a bit red-eyed from sorrow, Camilla reached Broadway. But before she could take the boat the scouts of Warner Brothers had halted her. They were about to start work on “The Man On the Box” and had determined on a German as well as an English version. So the flaxen Camilla gets one are chance. * This, by the way, is the first indi- cation that the talkies would strive for an international market—even as the silent films did. i o town, perhaps to hear the latest de- cision in connection with her strange- ly fated first talkie, “Queen Kelly.” Few pictures have had a stormier career. Starting out to be a big feature, it was made in some 14 reels, with Eric Von Stroheim as the first director. The cost was placed well over $700,000, and at least two or three directorial changes were made. ‘When it was all over, Joseph W. Ken- nedy, who had been dealing out the cash, decided it could not be released, for one reason and another. 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