Evening Star Newspaper, December 22, 1934, Page 9

AIR STARS DRAW HUGE CONTRAGTS Eddie Cantor Gets Largest Yule Gift of All—$10,000 a Sunday. ANTA CLAUS has dropped in already on many of the top- notchers of radio. If it isn't the old gentleman's dropping in alone that has ushered out a burst of early Christmas cheer—it’s the breath-taking contracts he's dropped into many & prematurely hung sock or stocking. To Eddie Cantor has gone the bulk- fest gift of the lot to date. When the heavy-browed comedian returns to the | air in February; he will top them all with a contract calling for $10.000 a Sunday—divided $7,000 for himself and $3,000 for needed program make-up. This figure isn't so far above the amount due Kate Smith beginning with her new series Christmas eve. Altogether she will be making $7.150 per week, $5.000 for a Monday night show, $1,500 for a local station appear- ance, and $650 for her Wednesday matinee. The Revelers Quartet will rate $1,500 per microphone singing. Edwin C. Hill can figure up approximately $2,500 for four programs a week as commentator. The highest paid orchestra on the networks is declared to be the Fred Waring group at $6.000 | for one program, or $10,000 for two a week. It was in this $6,000-a-week class that Santa already has placed Will | Rogers, Ed Wynn, Jack Benny, John | Charles Thomas and Morton Downey. although out of his $6,000 for two pro- grams Downey must pay the orchestra and narrator. The list doesn't stop there. Santa hasn't done so badly by some others, as the following list shows: 5,000—Phil Baker and his accord- fon: Rosa Ponselle, operatie soprano. $4,500—Grace Moore, soon to start @& new series. ’ $4,500—Bing Crosby and Lawrence | Tibbett. $3,500—Guy Lombardo’s Orchesira and Fred Allen. $3.000—Roxy (S. Burns and Allen and Joe Penner. $2,800—Rudy Vallee. $2,500—Helen Hayes, beginning & new serles soon, and Nino Martini. $2,000—Stoopnagle and Budd and Alexander Woollcott $1,200—Gertrude Niesen. x x x * OCTORS have promised Kate Smith that with the proper care and rest, she will be sufficiently recovered from a serious cold to start her new series on Columbia Monday night. Her new series, after three in- troductory programs, is to concentrate on new stars to be selected at special local-station auditions. * * x ox HE Andre Kostelanetz show for the New Year on Columbia will transfer its activities from operatic. Rosa Ponselle, Nino Martini and Grete Stueckgold are to be drop- ped as singers after two more weeks DAILY SHORT | L. Rothafel), the | Soon after the first of the Basutos' prisoners was taken away, & weird chant arose to the slow rhythm of thrumming tom-toms. Suddenly a scream sur- mounted the voices of the dancers. hour, tortured groans punctuated the shouts of the warriors—then ceased. “He whispered. MUTT AND JEFF— to be replaced by an orchestra of 40 pieces, a quartet and a 14-voice chorus presenting dance tunes and the more popular ballards. COU‘NTY NURSE ASKED | Spectal Dispatch to The Star. HEATHSVILLE, Va, December 22—A committee representing the | Northumberland County Chapter of {the Red Cross appeared before the Northumberland Board of Supervisors this week and requested employment of a county nurse for Northumber- favorable to the employment of a inurse, deferred action until its next meeting. STORY SYLVAN TRYST Bob Baxter Seemed Sent by Providence to Compensate for the Death of Harriet's Own Son. BY ELSIE !(ATTERJOHN. OR the second morning after her son’s fu- neral Harriet Jamison opened the door with a questioning call: “Bimmie?” But the homely brown “hound- dog” was not there. Aching with loss, she was struck afresh with the poignancy of the animal’s devotion. Bim would not Jeave the grave where he had last sensed a vague presence of his master. He had been a dead weight, dragging back with a low whining; so they had left him and come home to a house that was desolate because one person had gone: Bob, 50 young. so pleased with his new work, so full of plans for his marriage with Martha Holman Breakfast, difficult attempts at casual conversation. Harrict at her husband. The veins over Bruce's temples were distended and throbbing. His hopeful. easy-going world had turned over on him, as Bob's car had done. Alone, Harriet turned mechanically ¢o the dishes. Her thoughts ran through the harrowing details of the mccident, the stifling stillness in which Bob lay, his 22-year-old face smiling slightl; incredulously, at the idea of not being alive A knock at the kitchen door startled her. It was a young man. about Bob's age, his clothes unpressed and fretted with long travel in all weathers, but his face clean and his eyes sturdily looking into her own “Have you any work I could do to earn some breakfast? I don't want the breakfast unless I can work for it.” hurrying to set himself within the pale of respectability, however downtrodden! Harriet smiled. There was some- thing about the boy It ended in his sweeping out the ‘basement and setting things to rights there. During the full breakfast that fol- Jowed Harriet questioned: “Are you bound for any place in particular?’ “Yes. ‘West where I hope to get a job on & dam project. I've been training for engineering, you see. ahd then my dad died and I couldn’t go on with school. “But I didn’t have the money for HIS MASTER AND @ train or a bus, so I'm ‘hoofing’ it. | Guess I look pretty ratty, don't I?” He grinned, engagingly. A thought that had been running | in and out of Harriet'’s mind sud- denly reached her lips: “If you could stay a few minutes longer—I shouldn't want you to ac- cept them if you'd rather not, but | I've been wondering what to do with them—some of my son's clothes, I mean. You see, my sol her voice struggled for balance—"died—this week. He was about your age—and size, too, I think.” The sight of him sent a catch to her heart as he came down the stair- way in the suit Bob had worn to the office the last day he worked. Was it inspiration? This was so ®uch of Bob! Could the boy per- looked | I'm heading for a place out | suade Bim to come | home? | Quickly she told him of their fear that Bob's pet, too, | would die. Would he go to the ceme- | tery and try to bring Bim home? | The boy was touched. His own dog he had left | with friends. | As he. set out in the direction she | had indicated Har- | riet turned to the phone to call her | dead son's fiancee. Stretched half upon the new mound, nose buried beneath a wilted wreath, lay the brown dog | At first Bim only turned sad eyes when the stranger called his name. But then, as the youth bent over him, patting him. stooping nearer, the dog sensed a puzzling familiarity. Who was this man? Bim drew himself up on his four feet. He sniffed questmnrgly at the cuffs of the trousers, the coat sleeves. The voice? No. The face? No. His master and not his master. NOT HIS MASTER. The dog whimpered, lifting his head | to the hand that carressed him. They | talked together for a long while. Martha Holman came softly across the grass. “I'm Bob Jamison's fiancee,” she said gently. , “Mrs. Jamison sent me to drive you back to the house.” As he moved away with the girl the young engineer whistled to the dog. Suddenly Bim felt that this pu: zling semi-master must not be ‘lost; he trotted to the car Bruce Jamison had listened ab- stractedly to the story of the morn- | ing events. But when a brown dog bounded in beside the young man in | Bob's clothes Bruce's heart was | twisted with a pain that gladdened as it cut. Youth was so buoyant! And Bim had come home with him. “His name is Bob Baxter, Mr. Jamison.” Martha murmured chok- ingly. “I asked him.” The name, too! him! Bruce extended his hand to meet |a young, tight grasp. “You've done something we couldn't do, boy.” Bruce spoke unsteadily. | “Mrs. Jamison tells me you are down { and out and going West for a job.” “Yes, sir.” “An engineer, eh?" “Almost, sir. I've another year | to do.” | "“Um-m.” 1In Bruce Jamison’s brain there was shaping a thought for the | future . . . a new forward-looking. “How would you like to finish your | training Bob? You could repay me some day? b Overwhelmed. Bob hesitated. Martha threw him a little anxious glance. Harriet understood Bob's hesita- tion. “Stay with us a few days, won't you, and think it over?” | Bob Baxter missed his dead father dreadfully. The boy’s uncertain smile was tremulous, full of young longing. “I'd like to,” he said simply. In the sad faces of three peopl¥ a light flickered dimly, as if perhaps |in the years to come it might burn lanlm (Copyright, 1034.) %« land. The board, which is apparently | For half an is gone,” Kwamudi Saturday, December 22 The following night warriors came and took away the second black prisoner. , his ears to shut out the agonized cries of the man's torture and death. But long after the shrieks had ceased, the beat of the tom-toms sounded in his ears and continued through the long night. Obroski pressed against (Copyright 1934) when darkness fell again. Kwamudi, “you sleep alone.” Anything’s Better Than Having Willie! MUTT,HERES A WIRE FROM WILLIES MOTHER-SHE SEZ - “EXPECTING CYCLONE WRC_ 950k WMAL 630k WISV 1.460k WOL 1310k P.M. Christmas Program Green Brothers’ Orch. “The First Christmas” |High and Low Y (Platt and Nierman |Saturday’'s Songsters Week End Revue "'Sundown Revue |“The Messiah” AFTERNOON 1:00 Dorsey Brothers' Orch, Farm and Home Hour Afternoon Rhythms Ted Brown's Orch, |Farm Forum § Words and Music Rex Battle's Ensemble | Words and Music N Wesleyan Glee Club "Don Pedro's Orchestra " |Buffalo Symphony Girl Scout Program PROGRAMS. George Hall's Orchestra “ “ | Esther Velas Ensemble Eddie Pryor's Orchestra | 2 i The Ragamuffins | " Dan Russo's Orchestra |Jerry Blaine's Orch. | . | Round Towners Concertos Brooklyn “ « | |Ithaca Band Emery Deutsch’s Orch. Brooklyn Symphony | | |L. of C. Musicale Sports Review 5:00 |“The Messiah™ 5:15 . e "fi; News Rhymer Evening Star Flashes And Bim beside | | :45 iy 5:30 Our American Schools |Christmas Secret Sunday School Lesson Evening Rythms Nordica Orchestra |Jack Little's Orchestra | = o Tito Guizar Bob Fallon’s Orchestra Larry Walker Vs ¥ P.M. ’ EVENING PROGRAMS. 6:00 Sports Review—Music 6:15 'Tom Coakley's Orch. 6:45 Sports Parade The M: 7:00 True Time 7:15 g » T7:30 News—Music 7:45_ Jamboree 00 Sigmund Romberg 15 | - 8:30 | . R 9:00 Songs You Love 9:15 TRE :30 “The Gibson Family” (Ni 9:45 s . 10:15 | G Evening Album Ferdinand's Orchestra 6:30 Krausmeyer and Cohen Bill Coyle Henry King's Orchestra Vera Van " |Art in’ Americi 3 Grace Hayes | ‘\Cluh Habana Orchestra | " |Radio City Party nal Barn Dance Dick Manstield's Orch. Today in Sports “Jerry Blaine’s Orch. Reg Newton, songs Serenade |Arch McDonald Eddie Dooley Woody and Willie " Maj. John Warner Edgewater Beach Orch. Capt. Al Williams News Spotlight Fisher's Gypsy Orchestra 7:30 George Reid 7:45 Three Martinis R Central Union Mission | 8:15 s A 8:30 __ Ryskanek’s Orchestra 8:45 Scott Fisher’s Orchestra | 9:00 iod « 9:15 | 930 9:45 Ed McConnell Roxy and His Gang Musical Revue Grete Steuckgold | Himber’s Champions American Op'ry House 10:00 “The G)b.’onAFa—rfii]y"—]Nl ional Barn Dance John Slaughter’s Orch. American Op'ry House | 10:00 10:30 Let’s Dance 10460 = 11:00 Let's Dance [ kol IR T 11:30 1 11:45 12:00 Let’s Dance 12:15 ot o 12:30 12:45 |News Bulletins |Hal Kemp's Orch. Dorsey Brothers' Orch, Elder Michaux “ “ | |Senator Dickinson |Radio Scandals Saturday Revue e Sign Off “ | IF‘reddie Martin’s Orch. |“The American Scene” 1Mn_dri'gi1eni'.{ Orch. |Paul Pendarvis’ Orch. |“The American Scene” s iye Jome Nelson’s Orchestra T1:00 Let's Dance Sign off ‘MAJOR FEATURES AND PROGRAM NOTES Roxy will open his new Philadel- | will alternate in directing the aug- | An invited audience of 5,000 will wit- | ness the broadcast. phia theater with an international broadcast, which WJSV will carry !} from 8 to 8:45 p.m. Five conductors mented chorus and orchestra while France, Hungary, Burma, Spain, Ha- waii and Russia are saluted musically. Mario Chamlee, former Metropoli- tan opera tenor, will be the guest artist on the Radio City Party pro- gram on WMAL at 9 o'clock. An original Christmas sketch based on Mendelssohn's “Hark, the Herald Angels Sing” will be an out- standing feature of the Sigmund Romberg program on WRC at 8 o’clock. “The Princess of Patches.” a melo- drama of the South, will be the Amer- ican Op'ry House presentation on WOL at 9:30 o'clock. “Recovery and Republicanism” will be discussed by Senator Dickinson of Iowa over WJSV at 10:30 o'clock. A special program of Christmas songs make up the “Songs You Love” period on WRC at 9 o'clock. Taking part will be Rose Bampton, Metro- politan Opera soprano, and Nathaniel Shilkret’s Orchestra. For the twelfth consecutive year Dr. Charles B. Campbell will tell the Christmas story -during the reguiar Sunday school lesson period on WMAL at 5:45 o'clock. PIGEONS TOO CANNY Avoid Trap Set by Amateur St. Louis Pied Piper. ST. LOUIS (#)—Pigeons roosting at the city hall—and annoying the city fathers—have proven too canny for an amateur Pied Piper. Following his plan, corn was scat- tered for several days at one spot on the city hall lawn, Then a wire trap was placed on the spot with kernels leading to it. The pigeons ate the corn—but only up to the en- trance to the trap. s ' Sign_Off Marie Fowler, pop- ular Washington ra- | dio and mnight club artist, who has en- tered the Columbia Broadcasting System auditions in the hope of winning a contract to appear with Kate Smith in her aew net- work series. From dawn till noon the village slept, recovering from the exhausting frenzy of the night before. And the two remaining prisoners knew what to ‘expect “Tonight,” murmured “And the next night——" “There will be none, bwana—for youl” 2 Ay Eastern Standard Time. approached the hut. black; “good-by.” WILL IE - PLEASE SEND CYCLONE INSTEAD!” CHAPTER XXIIIL MR. ORLOFF. IR WILLIAM and Stellman stood there for perhaps 30 seconds smiling and chatting. I had just sufficient time to get a grip on my scattered wits, and then, with a farewell wave of his hand, Sir ‘William turned toward the car. “Stop for a moment at the Milan Hotel, Parker.” he said. | | The chauffeur arranged the rug over our knees, closed the door and | walked around to his seat. There was | a warning toot, and with an almost | imperceptible jerk, we drew away | from the curb. ~As far as I was aware | Mr. Stellman had not even glanced at me, “It's & peculiar thing,” observed sirl | William, “but whenever I'm in a hurry | I always seem to run across some one | who insists upon stopping and talk- ing to me.” I managed to force a laugh. fost annoying,” I agreed. “By the way, if it's not a rude question, who was this particular offender? I'm nearly cer- tain I've seen him before.” | “Not at all .mpossible. Most peo- ple have met Mr. Peter Orloff at some | time or other. He's a gentleman of many activities.” “Peter Orloff,” I repeated. is he—a Russian?” | “Oh, yes—he makes no secret about it. He is the head of a large trading | | concern which operates here and on | the continent. Exactly what its po- | sition is I can’t say. It sets out to be an entirely independent organization, | but it must obviously have a working arrangement of some sort with the authorities at Moscow. Anyhow, Orloff himself is a very clever fellow, and there is no doubt that he has plenty of money behind him. He carried ‘thrcuah a big business deal with my firm only a few months ago.” For a moment or two I made no reply. I was torn with hesitation as to whether I should tell my com- panion the truth or whether for the present it would be wiser to keep my | | discovery to myself. I think it was | | the memory of that half ironic ques- tion of his which finally decided me. “Sounds quite a mysterious char- acter!” I said lightly. “I expect I shall open the paper one morning and see that the police have been raiding his headquarters. That's what usually | seems to happen with these Russian trading companies.” Sir William smiled grimly. “I don't fancy Orloft will ever figure in a po- litical scandal. He holds too useful a position to foul his own nest.” He relapsed into silence until the car turned into the Strand, when, with a friendly gesture, he laid his hand on my arm. “Well, good-by for the present, Mr. Trench,” he said. “I am glad to have had this talk with you, and I hope before very long I may be in a posi- tion to send you some satisfactory news. If you would care to bring Miss O'Brien round to see me I should be most interested to make her acquaint- ance.” “I'll fix it up as soon as I've been to Hambridge,” I said. He nodded. “And in the meantime, if you will pardon a word of advice, I would suggest that the less you go about alone for the next week or two the safer you are likely to be. It is true that we are in London and not | in Chicago, but all the same, Ameri- can visitors who carry guns and labor under-a financial grievance are not the sort to be treated too casually.” “So it occurred to me,” I said. “That's the very reason why I've gone to stay with Jerry.” As I spoke we came to a sudden halt | in a traffic, block, a few yards short | of the entrance to the Milan. “This will do me all right,” I added. “Thanks for the lift, and I'm much obliged to you for promising to send me the keys. If I make any dis- RENOVIZE . .. your home Direct action—in renovizing. A. EBERLY’S e SONS K NW. L Dionify. vour home . . . shone *Pbe “What ‘The hours dragged. Night came again, and warriors “They come, bwana,” said the Obroski shuddered. Tomorrow night they would come for him. But to his horrified surprise, the warriors jerked him to his feet and commanded that he, too, come with them—now! By VICTOR BRIDGES NEW CLUE ON MAIS 1S YIELDED IN RAID U. S. Agents Swoop Down on House in Riverside, N. J., on Huckster’s Tip. By the Associated Press. PHILADELPHIA, December 22— From a raid on an alleged hideout of Robert Mais, Federal agents last night obtained additional information of the activities of the fugitive killer and his gang, but their quarry had once again fled the pursuing law. ‘The raid was made on a house in Riverside, N. J., after a huckster was reported to have “tipped” authorities he had seen several men and a wom- an, resembling members of the Mais band, in the place. wlth automatic pistols and subma- chine guns a squad of agents dashed to Riverside, but on reaching there they learned the place had been va- cated recently by the men they sought and that a new tenant occupied it. The Riverside house, agents said, is just across the Delaware River from the house in nearby Torresdale Manor, where, authorities disclosed they have learned, William Weiss, kidnaped night life figure, was. held before he was slain. The huckster who gave Federal au- thorities last night’s tip was reported to have identified photographs of Mais and others as those of persons living at the Riverside house. SPANKING OF WIVES APPROVED BY COURT WILKES-BARRE, Pa. (/) —Spank- ing as a punishment for disobedient Wives has the sanction of the Luzerne County Court It’s the husband's privilege, Judge John 8. Fine told Mrs. Harry Bell when she appeared to prosecute her husband on charges of cruelty based on a spanking. The husband admitted the spanking, but said he did it because his wife “ran around” in his car while he was at work and ran up expenses, but didn't pay the bills. —By BUD FISHER corr@dor—‘ pleasant, airy apartment looking out on to the Embankment. It was comfortably furnished with a sofa, two easy chairs and a writing table, while a tall leather screen on one side of the bed protected its oc- cupant from any possible draught I looked round with an approving coveries down there 1l let you know 3 at once.” “It's & lovely room,” agreed Molly We shook hands and, seizing my | “That's what comes of being intro- chance before the car moved on, I|quced by a baronet. If I'd arrived opened the door and slipped out on |alone I expect they'd have tucked me the pavement. | away in an attic.” There must have been at least 8 | As she spoke there was a sound of dozen people sifting and standing | steps in the passage outside, and the about when I entered the lounge, but | wajter to whom Jerry had given his 1 spotted Molly and Jerry at once. | order appeared with the tray. He de- ‘I'm sure you've got some news for | posited it on the writing table, and us,” was Jerry's opening remark. “You | retiring with a shilling tip, closed the came in through the door looking s0 door after him. important and mysterious.” “Now let's get to work.” Jerry “I did nothing of the kind,” I pro- | dropped down into one of the chairs tested. “I entered with the nonchalant | “What's this news of yours, and why air of a well-bred English gentleman.” | was old Avon so desperately keen on “That's exactly how it struck me,” | seeing you?" agreed Molly. | sitting down with Molly on the “You're right about the mnews, |sofa, I plunged straight into my story. though,” I went on, lowering my | As near as I could I repeated word volce. ve any amount to tell you— | for word exactly what Sir William had stacks and stacks of 1t!” I glanced at | told me, while leaning forward with an adjacent couch on which two gen- | intent faces the two of them listened to me in absorbed silence. tlemen were gesticulating vigorously over their coffee and cigars. “Can't we find some place where we shall be a bit more private?” “Why not come up to my bed room?” suggested Molly. “We can talk comfortably there.” “That's a sage idea.” Jerry jumped to his feet. “I'll tell them to bring | along some refreshments. We'll prob- ably want a drink before we've fin- ished.” As we made our way to the elevator I espied the diminuative figure of my young friend, Jimmy Fox. I suddenly [r’rmemborvd our talk of the previous | ay. “Hello, Jimmy.” I said, pulling up. “Brought those drawings with you? He beamed at me shyly. “Yes, sir.” | “Good,” I observed. “I'll have a look at them before I go. I suppose I shall find you somewhere about here?” | “Yes. sir. I'm on duty in the lounge | till 6:30.” _"Well. I won't forget,” I promised him. “I'll be down in about an hour’s | time.” 1 followed the others into the ele- | “I don't know whether you'll think I did right” I concluded, “but it seemed to me that the most sensible thing was to tell him the truth. Any- how, we'd nothing to lose by it. I | could see that although he was pre- pared to deal with Osborne he wasn't really out to swindle us. All he wanted was to get hold of the invention, and if he could manage that through the rightful owner, it would obviously be a much safer and better way than by doing business with a thief.” Jerry nodded. “So he knows the whole story.” “Everything,” I said. “I gave him | & full account of my little dust-up at | the studio, T told him all about Molly and all about you, and I finally ex- plained how we'd talked it over and decided that the only course open to us was to tackle the job ourselves." “And what did he say to that? “Nothing very encouraging. I'm afraid he doesn’'t take us seriously as sleuths. All the same he's going to let me have the keys of the factory. and he's promised to give us a note to the people at the farm where Os- vater, which came to & halt on the | fourth floor. Molly's room was round | the first corner at the end of a short | borne boarded.” A spy enters the plot, tomorrow. ADVERTISEMENT. ADVERTISEMENT. AARAARR R A AR AR A AR AR RT R AA A AR AR NN NETWORK HEADLINERS * SATURDAY Here is your Guide to Hours of Enter- p 2 DECEMBER 2204 tainment. What will it be tonight? NATIONAL BARN DANCE WMAL Asolidhourof fun! UncleEzra. LuluBelle: Spareribs: the Ridge Runners; and more than40radio stars make ry the hayloft raftersring with tingling new melodies and | Laboratories old-time tunes. A great Saturday night feature show. Seturday: HIMBER'S STUDEBAKER CHAMPIONS | STUDEBAKER Richard Himber's Ritz-Cariton Hotel orchestra playing | MOTORCAR: the s anae:_.ku Sales Dr. Miles' WISV AN IDEAL GIFT! A Five-Quart Refinery S Can of America’s Finest Motor Oil in a special Christmas wrapper. Independent Dealers Everywhere Look for the familiar green and white Quaker State siga