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SYNOPSIS p.K\p rrrrs v:::st: MKKTIX»; !•> a<vid*ut without kn-'W u*r who hr* :s. KIT RKII.LV. young would-be sous s:: • minti >i Ki'h VA.Wh" 1IKAI.KY. :ii iad!o ' • Sl>- :!« *> • K a: • s ;l song and il.it:..' a-1 w th her partner, jj FRAN LE MAZK. wherewr thoy can IJ fliui work. u»v• :i a chamv iv-r a I trial :i :! •' S-•: i ■ r i- which , I offers a pri • • and -i radio con* i tru. t | ' CHAPTER EU1HT I iT WAS utterly still in the stu-|, uio. The red hand of the clock ovor ; the control room crept upward. ltj was as it the very breath of life', were hekl. waiting for that red , arrow to complete the circle of tiie j minute. f ( The eves of the seven contes tants. ranged in a row on .silt ; chairs against the wall, were fixed j on the orchestra leafier. A lock of;, hair fell over his forehead as he t stood with poise*.: baton, his eyes • ort Vance Healev. waiting ' sig- j nal for the upbear. „ Healey- an impression in black t and white stood r •.■*tio:tles>. fac- . ing the control room. a ■•..■a.: phono over his tars. The red arrow spe*: past the quarter minute. HeaU v.- pointed finger came up an . t-.'.l sharp and quick as the circle was complete*: The baton swept :p and the music of a symphony ■ so grandly to full volume. The fourth <ti: Sembler audi tion broadcasts was on the air. ! The tension that tripped the, studio relaxed. Healey steppe-: to the micro-'. phone and incline I i: s he:1 : as the notes of the symphonic signature \ faded through the ma. control v His mouth moved: the voice that j flowed deep and cleat* through the i ether was almost inaudible to , those in the studio. I'ut if ho had > been speaking to her alone, the: girl, fourth from the end in the J row of gilt chairs. t : not have ~ listened more intently. i l Still small and to: - \ Kit Reilly ! fastened her gaze on him. There j f was a damn spot on the kneo| of her white eivpo evening frock. ; where the palm ^ her hand v pressed. She saw it and. rubbed her hands together to dry them. Her glance slid sideways away from Healey. She must think of herself and n : of trim, realize tha* she was in t: it !io to sing a? she had never sung before. She couldn't do that ;-s long as she looked at him. She looked at tin girl beside her. an . felt pitifullv small and shabby. Her elbow touched the incredi !• ft ness of the ermine jacket the girl wore carelessly thrown ov r her shott!- ' ders. A narrow circ le* < ■' diamonds : ran around the slender wrist dropped on the knee of her white : satin gown. SHE v.'uM hive had, 1 leathers and training in Europeai nusioal centers. Fran had said, "You can do it lonev. You can win! I know it Suppose you can't sing opera Host folk like the sort of thinj ,vu can do. Everybody likes oli longs. It makes 'em want to sing oo. Just think of that when you urn comes. You sit up there liki •ou're as good as any of 'em am io your stuff." Kit sat up and tried to think sh< vas as good as the girl in the er utile jacket, but a pr .e fluttcrei n her throat. Tiu siii*l in satin and ermine go it>. Kit smiled at her shyly urn latched her cross the endless di* a ru e to the microphone with sine •oised movement. There was something golder bout that girl. There was gold it icr hair and the mark of goli written all over her. Girls who hat hat. girls who had French frock; nil ermines didn't need desperate v to win contests. Kit shock off the terror that th< bought of her desperate r.eei ho feeling of ocean spray in he: too. of the smell of burning nives. of Freneh verbs and e ooipe . kies. She ivr.iiht m «. ..-lyiliing her meniorj ould summon save what the win in.g vvonUi mean to her. The girl who had been singinc "> the microphone was bowing tc 'a-. o Henley, was walking back ■ her o'aoo beside Kit. At tiie far side of the studio u was speaking into a micro li re on a table. Vanee's oves wore fixed on her aaco's hand beckoned her. He as smiling at her. She rose and moved toward him. ly moved mechanically, hei rind was a page on which she cad a single line: "Forget the others Sing to him." She felt disembodied, felt her . !f to he only a pair of eyes fixed :i the leader, and a voice—she wd in a throat she could not cel. The leader nodded and she drew : her breath. The strings and the .•oodwinds opened the refrain, and s it had been rehearsed. Kit began > sing against the background •usie of muted instruments. Her nice came out husky and soft ith the opening measures and u:u in power and sweetness a.s ;o song grew. "Once in the dea»- dead Jays boy on i i recall "When on the earth ■ . - the mist began to fall ..." ?::■ evened ier eye:- the- Above :ri the gk'ss-en-'loseu oik-nt':: ■ th. was the gnilery of her but s!ie did not *c«. them; 10 : - v tuiiight. a mist r; lave:. 1 a renm shad »1 ows. A room in art old-fashion*d hott5e on an elm-shaded street, and , herself", a sixteen-year-old girt . with a sons: in her throat and ona ' in her heart, and now they seemed T to he one. Now, whec she was 1 singing to one with the other. In the gallery they were ten. • This was the tribunal. Here sat • three generations of Semblers, the I executives of the Baldwin Kane Advertising agency, and the judges ■ —Mine. Metzgcr of the Metropoli ■ tan, Nam. Harris, singing queen of II the air. and Howard Balch, radio I critic of The Chronicle. lVrhai'.c there was an imperish I j alilo dn.i.'i in Jeremiah Sembler's ■ heart, fo.' a mist came into his . I wise old eves as the girl's voice I sang the familiar words sweetly. I His gnarled hands held tightly to I his chair arms as he bent forward ! J in a listening pose that drew the ! j eyes of Baldwin Kane. j Kane's eyes, seeking the glance I of his assistant, were arrested by j the movement of Jeremiah, second, as he touched the hand of his wife. Young Jerry did not see his fa , ther's gesture: his sleek, dark head was bent over the printed page that listed the names of the con testants. His eigaret lighter flashed ; its flame down the list and stopped i at the name of Kit Reilly. At his left. Mme. Metzger sup I pressed a yawn and thought of the i goose stuffed with apples and prunes which awaited her. Nana Harris scribbled some thing on the margin of her pro gram and marked a heavy check beside the paragi. ph in the In structions Respectfully Submitted to the Board of Judges which re j fcrred to the considerations of j qualities having public appeal. She passed it over to Howard Balch. | He read it. nodding his under j standing:. j The program was nearly over. Three times more tho red hand de scribed its circle, and it was fin ished. Something tremendous had been circumscriDed by thirty minutes, {and now it was done in a clatter j of moving chairs, of papers and in ] struments released from their per ' feet precision, of voices that fell i flatly on the ear in the stale aft ermath of completed performance. So quickly was it over that Kit, ! sliding her arms into Fran's wrap, ! felt that it had not been a reality. She was. after this bright bubble, only a Dancing Doll. ! "Very nice, very nice, indeed!" ! Cus Rcimer was saying at her el how. He put a small envelope in ; in r hand. "Thank you very much." She turned to thank him and | s aw that he was repeating the ' rame words to anothe.* girl. She looked for Vance Healey and :'ound him gone. The adventure . was eve-. (To B*1 Coutinuert* Andrew Jackson \ HISTORIC * POLITICAL k CAMPAIGNS Jackson's Campaign of 1828 Adams EDITOR'S NOTE: This is the fast of a series of six articles. v By EUGENE F. GLEASON Central Press Writer FORTY YEARS after the ratifi cation of the Constitution, Ameri can democracy amounted to little more than a brave theory in the brain of Thomas Jefferson. Virginia and Massachusetts had produced our first six presidents from a dyn asty of rich landowners and New England ministers and lawyers. •Public office had become the pri vate property of aristocrats ♦quipped for statesmanship. Ordi nary citizens, being poor, ignorant and lacking all political party or ganizations, had only the feeblest ikind of voice in the government. | During the 1820's, the common toeople began to challenge this oli garchic rule. In all but one of the (24 states they took from the legis latures the right to name their own Selectors. Jefferson's Democratic IRepublican party broadened the •franchise in all states. A new army jof voters arose, and newly-fledged [politicians hastened to line them up jfor the battle of the ballots. | The people's cry for power unit led, in 1824, in support of the presi dential candidacy of Gen. Andrew Jackson. To them, the home-spun liero who had beaten the British at 'New Orleans seemed like democra cy in the flesh, and they gave him •& plurality of popular an-' electoral [votes over John Qi'iney Adams, /VOAH tfcsm&M' CARP, IS A LITTL-E: PISH CALLED A CA^?ET 7 /^ARY SHE.RIDAN "TWOMSOM, !(_!_. DBAS. NCAH = IF YOJR. appetite: rade.cj WOULD YOU DIET7 ' TP. RAYEU&M ' > SHEL3r, N C PogTiSAaO VOUK- LAtEST IDEAS! XX»trttot*4 fry !P"« Syi****!"- Xi* William H. Crawford and Henry r Clay. But Jackson lacked a major- c ity, and when the election was de- a deed by the house of representa- h tives, Clay's backing was sufficient to insure the election of John Q. v Adams. Jackson and his followers r withdrew angrily, charging a "cor- c rupt bargain" had defeated him. t The election of 182-i became the r chief issue of the election of 1S28. y Jackson's friends charged that the j popular will had been frustrated by i Adams' election, and they howled v for his scalp. Adams, an able but ^ uncompromisingly cold - blooded man, had no effective defense. v Martin Van Buren. Jackson's chief strategist, now directed the j entire Democratic press to plump , for Old Hickory. Working with j Major Lewis, John Eaton and Ed ward Livingston Van Buren built a political mac! ie which remained a pattern for subsequent party v organizations. * When the field narrowed to Adams and Jackson, the people r swung to Old Hickory en masse, * leaving Adams nothing but the up- r per crust. To equalize matters, the s , Adams faction resorted to personal c | abuse. The Jacksonians replied ^ , with a like blast of slanderous | \ charges. When Jackson's enemies called him a gambler and a drunk- ' ard, the Democrats retorted that = Adams was dishonest and extrava gant. In the "Coffin Handbill" Jack- * son was charged with the murder j of six militiamen whose blackly | printed coffins gave the circular its » /(oah Numsxuu. V&K>Y. T//y f tO *31 DEAR. NOAH=|S A COAU OIL. LAMP U<SHTE& WHEN ITS EMPTY 7 /WES B.A SELT2. ERIE., PA. DHLAra. NCAH=!F YOL5R pET DOS B-ARHCED , DUeiNe THE NISHi; ■ " WOUL.D YOU <SELT UP l/ANC? <S"IVEL HIM ^ COUSH DKOP *? ELDA PAY-SON ANTOMlQ, TE1X, PQ5TQARP YQUT^ lpELAS ToMirp I name. One handbill featured a drawing of Adams horsewhipping an old soldier who had asked for a hand-out. The reiterated lie that Jackson's wife was an adulteress stung him most cruelly; only with great diffi culty was he restrained from pis tolling her attackers. False and malicious, like all the charges on both sides, this last one embittered Jackson all his life, for he felt that it had caused his wife's death, which came soon after the cam paign's end. The election of 1828, first in which a majority of the people vot ed, carried the west and south, plus New York and Pennsylvania, for Jackson. Adams won only in New England, and the rest of the nation assured his defeat. Bonfires, impromptu parades and wild excitement greeted Jackson's victory. The rich, appalled at his "millenium of the minnows," re mained home behind barred doors. At Jackson's inauguration, the muddy streets of Washington swarmed with plain and rugged citizens—all the rag-tag and bob tail despised by aristocrats. Seeing them, Daniel Webster remarked, "They seem to think the country has been rescued from great dan ger." In actual fact, they thought and knew that America now was theirs. * * * Tomorrow: The Lincoln cam paign of I860. fiom Numskuu. DEAR. NOAM — COULD A SODA .JERI^ER- /VAKE A 3ANAMA SPLIT Wl*TH LAUSHTEIR. 7 SHI euET A\OC?2-H. plainFielp, n J DEAR. NOAH = IF TWO BEETS GROW SIDE &Y SIDE, POES ONE TRY TO &EAT THE other, growing 7 /V\RS. LlNNIE. SBEED CHAKU5TTC, N C. BYNOPSlis REAR TI1IS riRST: FOLLOWING a strange accidental meet ing with VANCE IIEALEY. noted radio ppoit-* announcer. whom .^iie r<seticd from a night club when he became intoxicated and got into trouble, KIT RK1LI.Y. attractive young sonp stress. is given an opportunity by I lea ley for an audition in the Seni Mer contest. (liven the moral support of her room-mate and partner. FRAN LK MAZE. Kit makes her bid for the $r.,(iihi prize and the one-year radio contract. THE WEATHERMAN hail prom ised a white Thanksgiving. His prediction had boon pai tially cor rect, but now, on the later after noon of the holiday eve, the snowy crystals were turning to drizzling rain. Kit Reilly, stuffing a padding of newspapers under the window cracks with a nail file to keep out the gusts of damp, penetrating cold, contemplated the view with an answering grayness of spirit. "Hey, Kit! Help!" Kit flew to the door of the room she shared with Fran and flung it open. Fran had collapsed on tne top step. Her hat was on the back of her head and an oversize market basket was clasped in her arms. Kit reached down for the basket and her eyes popped wide. "What have you got here?" she de manded. Fran gasped, "I'm a Greek bear ing gifts. Helen of Troy Popolou polos herself! Gimme a hand! I'll give you the details later." Kit pretended to swoon. "Do I see the noble bird itself? Not tur key?" "You ain't seen the half of it." Fran pushed her into the apart ment. "Is this cur lucky day?" she wanted to know. "I drop in to see Jake Spivak and he asks me do we want to do a show tonight at the Boys 179th Street Athletic and Uplift club for ten bucks and I . . Kit's face fell. "And you got an advance and spent it all on food!" she wailed. "I did not! Listen. So I stop at Barbieri's Grill to look up the ad dress of this joint and what do I see? I see a card of chances. For ten cents you stick a little stick into one of the holes and maybe a prize comes out. bo it noes: vvnat comes out? First prii-e for Fran, and this is it. Have a look." They both looked long and rap turously at the overflowing con tents of the basket.# Kit shook her head. "If it were hamburger I could believe it. But not that nectar and ambrosia." "Nectar and am . . . nothing! Them's turnips and cranberries and what have you. And please don't ever mention hamburger to me again." Kit didn't even want to speak of it again, not after eating it for three weeks and having to be glad to get that. Fran's hopeful prediction some months before, that the Dancing Dolls would land a job in an up town night club, had met with proof that they could not. They'd worked for ten weeks, for three weeks, for two nights wherever they could get a job, and then the limited circuit of obscure enter tainment palaces was exhausted. Kit's practical mind returned to the other good news Fran brought. "Did you say we get ten dollars for a show tonight?'' Fran nodded. "I tried to pry Jake loose from a little more, but it was no go. . . . Guess we'd bet ter do the Southern Belles. Our other costumes are all worn out." "Hitch up the iron, Fran, and I'llj press them." "Sure, honey. Then I'll run down and see if Mrs. Tulaski'll let us roast this baby in her oven. . . , Fourteen pounds of heaven, dar ling. Maybe our luck's charging today. I feel hopeful." "Fourteen pounds? We'll be eating it for weeks. Maybe we'll even ne glad to have hamburger aga'n," Kit said from where she was trying to pull a suit box out from under the couch that served as their bed. "And how we'll eat it for weeks," Stan agreed happily. "There's a lot you can do with turkey. There's hot turkey and Fran had collapsed on me iop step, an mer-sucu ™ Iier arms. cold turkey, turkey pie and turkey salad, not to mention cutlets and soup and ..." "Oh, stop! You k.iow I yearn for variety." "You and your variety!" Fran ducked the pillow Kit threw at her, ♦ * » Forty city blocks away, Nana Karris, who had eaten less than hamburger on many a holiday ■groped for the chaste handles ol her shower and called through the curtains to her maid, "If I've got an evening dress that covers more than half of me, lay it out, Min nie." Minnie grinned and said, "Ya'as ma'am. The black velvet's got sleeves anyhow." Nana surrounded herself with a cloud of scented powder and laughed delightedly, delighted witli living, with what she'd done that clay. In the slipper cabinet back oi Minnie, under the lucky shoes in which she'd tapped her way to the front line of the chorus, there were papers to show that Nana Harris, who had been one of the fourteen children of a coal miner, had that day established for herself a trust fund of a quarter of a million dol lars. Minnie brought her a dressing gown that was both rough and soft. It had been warmed and it felt cozy next to her skin. She wriggled her feet into the fur-lined slippers Minnie Held tor ner. now good the world was this night, this little warm, luxurious world within her walls. Outside it was damn and cold as she well knew. "God bless Gemini," she said. "Do you know who Gemini is, Min nie?" "Caint say I remembers, Miz Harris." "Gemini, my astrologist says, is the planet that controls the air." "Then he better git busy and do fomo controllin' tonight. This air ain't no good for a singer." Nina laughed and wriggled into her girdle. "God and Gemini and the radio have been very good tc ma and I have no complaints, Min nie. Hand m-r rnj . The buzz of Ihc door bell cut off her speech. "Run along, Minnie. That would bo Mr. Dr.fch." When she was dressed and came into her 'living; room, Howard Balch was standing in front of the crackling fire in the hearth, one of her flowers in his smart but shabby buttonhole and a highball glass in his hand. "Hello, darling," she said, kiss ing him affectionately. "Have a nice day at the office? You look rather tired." He scowled. "Wench, I suspect your soft tricks . . . and the mo tive for your hasty summons. What are you up to?" "Twelve years!" she said sadly. "And you still suspect me. Give me a cocktail and I'll show you my cards and then we'll have an early dinner . . . and a very good one." "It always is, Do you suppose I'm in love with you or your cook?" "There's never been any ciouot in my mind. It's cook, of course. And she's done luscious things for tonight. . . . Thank you," taking the mild cocktail he always made for her. "A rare steak to put you in a mellow mood." "Lord, I'll need it. These audition broadcasts of Semblers put me in I a foul state of mind." I "Don't use such dreadful lan ) guage," she purred. "Sit down here beside me." He sat down warily. "Here it comes," he said. "Shoot!" "Oh, you do see through me. i Darling, I've come to an important j decision and I want you to pat me ! on the back—if your hand is ; warmer than I am and tell me I I'm doing the right thing." "And what deviltry are you I up to?" I "It isn't deviltry, Howard. I've nist discovered that I'm a tired, j old gal and fed to the teeth. I'm ] about to adbicate and give the throne to someone else. I've been I off the air now for two weeks for ' the first time in eight years and its I grand to be myself for a change. : I foci different inside. Look at ! me!" i Me looked at her and said, "Well, what happens next?" , She thought that was for him to . tell her, but lie said nothing, so she said. "I'll tell you later." (Ta Continued) Honoring "Father of U. S. Navy" Tribute is paid to John Paul Jones, "father of the United m as the country honors the officers and men ofAmer ca'f ? K defense. Commander William K. Bafferty, assistant ? lains, is shown delivering invocation at the foot nf thl t H3Vy ? ap" in Washington, Film Star Arrives Michele Morgan Pictured as she arrived in Jersey City, N. J., en route to Hollywood is Michele Morgan, 20-year-old French motion picture actress. She was one of 18G passengers aboard the American Export Liner Ex> ochorda, which completed her last round-trip to Lisbon, Portugal, to evacuate war refugees. (Central Press) Made Or -in,' ; With This Wcc|v Daily Dispatch Kjjr,.,,. In th« s»>- \y !it,.r j.' •. BY IIFNRY AVMyj i Raleigh. Oct. 29.- \ this week it will pro-, mined whethe r I';, i| (, .. dramatist, will c«»i.;i .series of historical ci Tar Heel history. Final returns from Call", now being pre < at Fayetteville, will <■ t . break the projected | —a project unique in t:.■ ! try. If these showings |j . . ' taming financially. j proximately bre-:!: (• < > undoubtedly be < nr-< . ] tinue and he will l:::< I other places where the ; being considered. 1 There are many, indudi:,:. C. Crittenden, secretary • Historical Commis-ion. the dramas as having tional value. Of the Highland Call. tenden toid your report*. "It is a line producti.n:. < ' one or two very minor < appears to be historically ■ "A series of dramas, -"<•!, ■ ■proposed that Paul Green i would be a wonderful i! ; state and for extension • I • j of its history. "Such a series, which was i; with The Lost Colony' ■<: with "The Highland Call* : . ' ! sure, absolutely unique n try." ; Reports from Fayetteville : | that this week's attendance i good in order for the "Call" t<» ; its way. Something like .SHi.'mki invested in its production—ai d not cabbage. The proposed series of dra would be continued with tin i - tory of "Old Salem" in a prod f . ■ to be staged at Winston-Sale - i there might be drama- for Ktie* •• and other points rich in histo* c . If the "Highland Call" makes ex penses, they're sure to be tried. J Bullitt Speaks At I niversitx Chapel Hill. Oct. 29.—William C. ! Bullitt, United States' am j France, who has recently returned to this country, will give an addn - under the auspices of the Univers*. International Relations Club hi-:e the first wer/. in December, it v.w announced here today by Preside:.1 Manfred Rogers. Other notables who will speak here this fall on the IRC pl:«t1< are Morito Morishima, the Jap 'iesc envoy to Washington, and Oswald Ryan, senior member of the Chii Aeronautics Authority. Mr. orishima is to appear here during the second week in Nuvi-n ber when he will present the Japrin ese point of view in relation to America's Far Eastern policy. Stevenson Today-Tomorrow WzJpatiGii ^ORRISPOHDrf JOEL McCREA ^u- Laraine Day" DIRECTED BY AlfREO HITCHCOCK • RELEASED THRU UMTTEO ARISTl! Guaranteed Entertainment 10c and 15c Today Ken Maynard in "Fugitive Sheriff' Also "Kill}? of the Royal Mounted' Tomorrow Frankie Darro in "Up In The Air" EMBASSY 10c and 34c Now Featured at 2:0ft. 4:iG. 6:32. 8:48 £ MGM PRESENTS Mickey ROONEYJudy GARLAND with PAUl WHfTEMAN & ORCHESTRA NOTICE. The public is hereby given n''! that today D. Morgan Cooper and • Wesley Jones, have fornv d or Limited Partnership knov.n a operated under the Firm N Cooper-Jones Company. Tin a 1 of capital paid in by each I'a:'.M*' being as follows: D. Morgan Cooper, Hender.-<»n. a C., $100.00. C. Wesley Jones, Norfolk, V $100.00. The nature of the bu.-me-- i operate solely a cotton br"k'*! 1 business and products related ' ••' This partnership cominciue October 21, 1940 and ten : the will of either Partner. Further notice is given, neither Partner shall be li;-1 • = amount in excess of the Capital t day invested by him in said nership, to wit: D. Morgan Cooper, S100.00. C. Wesley Jones, $100.00. This the 21st day of Octob* i D. MORGAN COOI'KH C. WESLEY JONES. 22-29-5-12-19-26
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