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[liberty song
86
By THAYER WALDO
By McClnre Newspaper Syndicate.
WNU 8ervlce.
THE man In the officer's chair lit
a fresh cigar and angrily flung
the match aside.
"Cockeyed, idiotic business I" he
snarled.
MA whole production tied up while
we sit here wafting for some wop burn
to be dragged In off the streets. It's
the damnedest thing I ever heard of!"
Stuart Booth eyed him contemptu;
ously and said nothing.
Fiberg made a gesture of conciliation.
"Now listen. Nick," he begged; "be
reasonable a little, couldn't you? Ain't
? the only chance we got worth anyhow
? a try?"
"Yes; I should think, Hormell,"
Booth put in coldly, "that after all the
fuming you've done over this part, you
might see how my suggestion works
| out before you start crabbing."
The director twisted swiftly around
in the chair to face him, snapping:
"Look here, Stuart; I never agreed
to this wild notion of yours, and I
won't pretend to now. Here we have
a scene that needs an oneratlc star,
and you talk 'em Into going after a
dago banana peddler you've heard
yodeling behind his pushcart. If I'm
expected to enthuse over that?well,
t It's a laugh, that's all."
j "All right; now we'll Just add the
rest of It: you want an Italian tenor,
yet i can't afford anjone big for
sue. a small role. There's no foreign
language singer available on the lot,
i so where are you? Stuck. And then
when I offer the one idea that may
solve your problem, you beef!"
?? ' i. j i* 11 mcr11 ?i uiuuiru, it simply
doesn't sound sensible. If he was
{joins into a chorus. . . . Hut the
man's pot to do a solo, and?"
"Hey, look!" Fiberg had turned toward
the sound stage entrance.
"Is that him?"
The others swung around.
Just inside the door stood a little
round man in baggy trousers and a
gay lavender shirt.
IIis great mop of black curls was
uncovered and the olive inoon face
beneath showed gentle perplexity.
Stuart Booth went forward, calling:
"Hello, Pietrol Come right over
here.''
The Latin's teeth gleamed In a wide
slow smile.
"Ali, Signor Boot'! You send for
me. si? Dey no tell me?Joost say.
'You I'letro Pasquale? Come to da
studio.' I don't know what ees, but
here I am."
HoriuelL had approached and was
Btariug critically at the Italian.
Before Booth could speak again, he
said curtly:
"All right, Tony?let's hear you
sing."
The small dark man gazed up with
polite incomprehension and replied:
"Excuse, plees; da name she's
Pietro, an' I don't know joost what
you talk. Maybe you Joke, si?"
"Keep still a minute," Booth said
sharply to the director; "give me a
chance to explain to him. , . .
Listen nld
, vaia ?a*u?.A | nc tc IU a UA UHC I
you can help us out and, incidentally,
make yourself fifty dollars for a couple
of hours* work.?just singing."
The fellow made a quick little bow
and said:
"Sure, sure; she's made me very
happy to do somet'eengs for you."
The set across the stage, however,
had caught his eye and he started to
wander ofT toward it.
The actor grasped his arm as Hormell
let out a snort of exasperation
and demanded:
"Well, are we going through with
the farce, or is this gentleman Just
a sightseer?'
"That's what I'm saying," Flberg
agreed.
"He acts like he was doing us a
favor. What's the big idea?'
Pietro met the producer's scowl
with grave dignity.
"Excuse, pleas," he corrected.; "she's
only for Signor Boot* I do eet"
Flberg gaped Incredulously a moment;
then:
'Say, what's the matter from you?'
he yelped.
"Nobody's asking you should do anything
gratis. Fifty smackers you get
for Just one song?even if you don't
8lnK very good, maybeV*
Again that broad calm smile spread
?*er the swart features.
"That ees all right, signor. Tm
*>ve to seeng, anyhows."
Once more he commenced to stroll
way. Stua.t Booth cried:
"But, Pietro! It has to be done this
fternoon?right now 1"
The Italian halted*at once, a mildly
hocked surprise entering his expression.
. si? Excuse, plees; I'm not un
?rstan\?
A savage groan from Hormell.
"Eisten, Booth," he bawled; "either
JJ? Ket that spaghetti gobbler war?l|ng
in the next two minutes, or I
vm. Savvy r
le Cherokee Scout, Murph;
The actor glared sourly at him and
turned again to Pletro. explaining:
MYou see, there's an Italian sequence
in the picture we're making.
Several of us are traveling along a
mountain road and we come to a small
inn. The proprietor's sitting on the
piazza, carrying wood and singing
some air from an opera. Now that's
what we want you for! Can you do
it?"
I'ietro laughed?a full and carefree I
sound with no hint of scorn in It. j
"Why, sure!" he exclaimed buoyantly.
I
"You mean like dees?"
Back went his head, a breath was
taken, and suddenly there poured forth
a rich torrent of golden melody as he j
began an aria from "1 PagliaccL"
It rose and swelled and filled the j
great room with glorious music.
In a moment people from all over
the stage had gathered round. I
Not a note in all that song was less
than perfection.
Long before he had finished, Fiberg
and the director were huddled together,
whispering excitedly.
Even Stuart Boo'h was astonished.
At last It ended and the little Italian
gazed about him, a trifie startled, t
Then Hormell and the producer were
rushing forward in a dual fever of
ingratiation.
"Say, that's the finest thing I ever J
gave a listen to!" Fiberg chattered.
And the director: j
"Marvelous! Where have you been
hiding all these years?" t
In a quick aside to Booth, he
breathed: "My (J?d, man?why didn't n
you tell me about this sooner? lie's
the greatest find I've ever run across!" p
Fiberg, an arm about the singer's p
shoulders, was talking rapidly: p
"Now, Mr. I'asquale, here's the way
1'jn figuring it. You'll want to do a y
couple of small parts and then we n
star you. How about a six months' s
contract with options, at?well, say a
two hundred and fifty a week?" u
The three studio men waited, their r
eyes upon the Latin's face. n
For an instant bewilderment was (.
there; then slowly he looked from one a
to the other with something very like v
disbelief
""mY~IT 11
Joost a meenute," he said finally: n
"Maybe I'm don't understate again.
You want that I come here every day Q
and seeng for da peectures, si?"
They nodded.
Pietro I'asquale made a queer small p
noise in his throat and stepped back. 11
shaking free of the producer's em- "
brace. h
"Excuse, pices!" He spoke with a
ringing firmness. "She's very kind of 1
you?but, no!"
"You?you mean you're refusing the
contract?" 1
"Si. slgnor." "
Palpably he was in dead earnest.
"Listen, plees: When I am a boy 11
een Milano, always I seeng, joost for
happiness. Den one day somebody
she's hear me an* say. You mus' study A
for da career! I am young fool, so tr
I do eet. Five, six year I keep on, s<
at las' get een La Scala opera an' pret'
soon have da name een lights. Bravo, ?'
bravo! But all da Joy she's gone when cs
each night I have to seeng so much, ct
so long. So now I have geeve all dat !
up an' come here where I can poosh "1
da cart to make enough for Itosita si
an' da bamblnos an' me. Seeng? tl
Signer, 1 do eet for gladness, but she's
not enough money een all da world
to buy from Pietro a song ever again P' h.
II
Nevada Marsh Yields
Rich Sodium Sulphate
Sodium sulphate, once a plentiful by jp
product of nitric and hydrochloric acid tl;
manufacture, has become relatively nl
scarce In this country because of re- hi
cent changes In the manufacturing t|
processes of those acids, writes P. C. ,,,
Itich in Chemical und Metallurgical si
Engineering. Just when It begnn to s,
appear that the United States would ?s
have to depend on imports for Its so- p|
diuni sulphate, an isolated desert
mnrsh began to yield this chemical In at
practically pure form. This strange p;
deposit, where sodium sulphate, or a in
"glaubers salt" ran be scooped up by Ti
steam' shovel Is known as Rhodes
Marsh, and Is located In Mineral coun- or
ty, Nevada. ch
A few years ago, P. s. Williams, a to
chemical engineer at one time assocl- *h
ated with a concern producing sodium M
sulphate from Carrizo lake, California, hi
came across nn old report of Prof. I.v
Joseph LeCoute, geology professor at *1
the University of California, In which ar
mention was made of an enormous de- "I
posit of glaubers salt at Rhodes. In
1928 he was able to Interest a group th
of San Franeisco men who spent con- a
slderable time prospecting the deposit,
surveying the markets, and Inve^Igat- ,n
lng processes for recovery of the sulphate.
The first plant was erected In
1930. With the experience thus gained h"
as a basis, a program of Improvement
was initiated late In 1932. sl'
Rhodes Marsh Is roughly circular In
shape. The mineralized section Is p"
about 200 acres In area and covered
with 6 Inches to 2 feet of sflt On the
south half of the deposit, a 15-foot layer
of glaubers salt Is found Immedlately
under the overburden; In places
It has been found to be present at a <(
depth of 80 feet.
r, N. C., Friday, August
GiiacUu
Public Letter Writ*
prepared tiy National Gootrrstphic Society.
Washington. I?. C.-WSU Service.
A T DAWN comes tlie clang anil
/\ peal of countless hells. The
( V, cliri Is startling In its unexpectedness.
It sounds like a
mule call?or nu alarm thai Gundalaara
Is burning.
Hurriedly you get up and go out on
he hotel balcony.
"All these churches." says n voice
t your elbow, "and every Ml with
different tone." It is the man from
lie room next to yours, a Spanish
riend from the sugar plantations, in
njatnas and straw sandals.
"I first came here more than 40
ears ago. from Spain." he adds. "We
aide the last stretch in n tour-mile
tagecoacli on leather springs, after
night hattle with bandits. We got
i just at dawn, with these same hells
inging. Nothing here has changed
,11*1. ? ?Ko 'ummrnf
...V.. audit- pi*opie, ll.'lhirs,
hurches, and bolls. Kv the bats
re still bore. Read at night. and
our light draws the moths; turn out
le light, and the h&ts IIy In to eat tin?
lot lis. But they don't oat their wings
-next morning moth wings are all
vor your tloor!"
In t lie street below now blacknrbed
women, their beads covered,
re walking quietly to mass?women
f nil classes, peon and aristocrat, but
nrdly any men. Rattling heavily, n
ater carl turns the corner, sprinkng
the streets and raising that nmlonln
smell of old adobe towns where
iimans and beast have long crowded
le absorbent soil too closely. You
ieet that same smell, mixed with the
ent of roasting coffee, when at early
lornlng men wet the dusty streets of
den or Baghdad.
"Ice!" "Bread!** "Morning paper!"
11 voices of the awakening city as
uly as cackles, crows, grunts, and
lueals are the alarm clocks of the
inner. Before the doorway halts an
Id man on a mule, carrying two big
ins. A sleepy girl, with s clay Jar.
;>mes out and buys some milk. And
le man rides on. calling his singsong
Leche, ieche," milk, milk, tn a dewiring
wall, more like a cry of pain
tan an invitation to buy.
Turkeys for Sale.
Now a country boy in a ragged straw
it conies driving a flock of turkeys,
e carries a long stick, with a whipke
piece of string on one end. for
icking nny errant turkey en the neck,
e urges them on by hissing sounds,
s tongue against his upper teeth, in
le familiar Indian warning. They
arket thousands of turkeys on foot
*re, as In parts of Texas, the inquisire,
shapely birds marching with
lick, graceful strides, necks jerking
tarply with each step. One strutting
>bbler, with pendent red wattles long
: a prophet's beard, ruffled his bronze
uroage and dragged his wings.
By the time you dress, clap your
inds for coffee, and read a Mexican
iper still damp and smelling of fresh
k. all Guadalajara is swarming,
rnmrars are crowded; so are busses.
Bobbed-haired senoritas, in bright
gnndie, silk hose, and high heels,
mtter and giggle their cheerful way
work in stores, beauty and curio
ops, at switchboard* or typewriters,
nny are pure Andalusian types with
lie eyes and hlond hair, small, shapehands
and feet. The ease and Joy
ith which man may look upon wornikind
in Guadalajara are nroverbial.
11 all Mexico, no others are so fair."
"Surely St. Peter must have opened
e gates of heaven to let down such
beautiful damsel,** Mexicans say
lien a maid of pulchritude is passAlong
with the crowd, ogling the
rls, come sleek young hank clerks,
N?kkeepers in the brewery, the faeries,
motorcar and other agencies,
ick and span In flannels of HollyK>d
cut. carrying sticks, smoking
ingeut ontlve cigarettes.
The sidewalks of Guadalajara!
aik them at this hour and you see
e city eye-high and close up.
Workmen idly dig up the pavements,
always; trnflic police in while
[%-<? blow whistles and wave cars to
i??. And they do stop; for one dls
I, 1934
tciMlUs
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''/'i-. ^rr- ^
m ^y$r s~ "
"^'' ' ~~ - '.-'
:r? in Guadalajara.
putc with an alert Guadalajara traffic
cop and the bis jnil yawns for you.
On an open space soldiers are drilling
and women wait bo.V>re the colossal
prison to get in at visiting hours.
"They built the Jail big enough to
hold everybody in town as a warning,"
is a local saying.
Workers In Clay.
Through the suburbs you meet more
groups coming to work. In a flower
garden a sandal-footed man Is setting
out young plants to make a fancy |
pattern of birds and Hags.
From the tail of his big black dog,
.asleep beside him. an old Indian artist
plucks a few hairs, twists them deftly
into his tiny, frayed brush, and resumes
painting eyebrows on a clay
lieaJ of I*anclio Villa, master outlaw.
I'ose for jour * own bust. If you like,
nnd watch jour nose and ears fortn
swiftly from the mud. In half nn hour
old I'andura (Ilnrd Bread), famed Indian
sculptor, makes a fair likeness.
"This Guadalajara clay art Is fragile
and hard to ship," says a buyer 9
from the States. "But It sells well
Not the busts so much, hut these urns,
vases, and water bottles, in old Aztec
pal terns. These dancing girls are
good. too. In their wide skirts and big
sombreros.**
Around Tonala village and the
suburb of San Pedro Tlaquepuque, Indians
have worked In clay from time
immemorial. The Spaniards found
them at at it, making dishes for domestic
uses, making Idols, Images, and
flgurines of men and beasts.
Untaught, and working far from the
patter of studios and talks on art,
these Indians produce excellent sculpture.
Tiny pack mules, street hawkers,
market women with chickens and
baskets of fruit, vaqueros on rearing
horses?all are formed and painted
with fidelity to life. Sophisticated
and erotic pieces also appear, with
miniatures, ornaments, and vessels
carrying a raised fretwork of deer,
rabbits, ferns or palms. A fat clay j
pig, hollow, with a slit in his back I
through which coins can pass, is much \
sold as a child's savings bank, nap- |
pily for the child, these figures break
easily; all you have to do is drop
them.
San Pedro Tlaquepaque, once the
retreat of Spanish wealth and fashion.
Is linked with the city proper by tram,
through an old customs gateway.
Country people taking things into town
to sell hnd to pay a tax Id the old
days to pass this gate.
A tiny, bright-eyed nurse girl, certanly
not more than ten, comes by,
carrying a big fat baby. You feel the
baby should get down, for a change,
and carry the tired little girl.
Gambling Is Prevalent.
On the curb's edge, three soldiers
are playing cards with a greasy deck.
One man deals, calling "Ocho de
espndas," eight of spades, and ether
faces as they turn up.
Oumbling is not thought a vice. Men
accost you. holding up yard-long
strips of colored lottery tickets. You
can buy a whole or part ticket Such
peddlers work on a commission for
the official lottery, which holds regular
drawings, is run in a strictly business
manner, and devotes net profits to
charities.
Police appear dragging two disorderly
men, one badly cut In a street
fight. Certain knives here are made
to fight with. Any battle-scarred mining
or cow-ranch veteran will tell you
he'd rather face a gun fighter than a
Mexican trained with the knife. This
business of knife fighting is full ef
fancy tricks. One is to throw the
knife; another la suddenly to hit your
opponent In the face with your hat.
and then stick him while he's ofT
guard. Defense work is equally skillful.
The trained fighter wraps his
serape around his left arm, or even
grasps his big hat by the inside of the
crown, using serape or hct as a shield,
while thrusting with the knife. In
"Old Mother Mexico," Harry Carr tells
of a Mexican knife battle, fought to a
draw, in which the heavy wool sera pes
were cut to shreds, but neither man
hurt I
Page Three
Animals "Made Up" for
Motion Picture Work
There are beauty hints for unimaJs
ns well ns human beings, and a
score of make-up devices as well.
To the motion-picture camera all the
members of the animal kingdom are
alike; the only difference is In the
personnel of the respective make-up
departments and the dressing rooms,
observes a writer in the St. Louis
Globe-l>emocrat.
The dressing rooms for the jungle
beasts on the film lot of one company
are a hundred closely guarded
cages. The make-up man is as different
from the manicured attendants
to the human players as are his
charges.
A thick heard hides his bronzed
skin. His beauty equipment consists
of huge files, fantastic shears,
combs with yard-long handles?the
sort of tools a beautician might see
in a nightmare. He moves from rage
to cage, his hands deftly wielding
the Instruments. For heaven forbid
that a cinema cat or a "movie" monkey
should hear the call to "cumera
I" without first being primped
and curried to the pink of pulchritude.
There are more than 500 beasts
of all descriptions in the "movie"
menagerie. Ilefore the lens is directed
toward any group of them
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