Outrageous Speed Whoopee of Cruel Aristocrats and their Girls I How They Killed and Maimed Blue Danube l Police Until Public Anger Drove Them Into Exile At Right: Princ« Antal F.aterhaiy, Young Hungarian Patrician, Fined $800 for Injuring a Traffic Officer in Budapest. B* a Staff Correspondent. BUDAPEST. MIDWAY of the Danube River, as it coils through this city, squats the Margaret Island, leaf-green and inviting as any mainland park. There the night air was caressing; the neighborhood quiet, as Traffic Police man Janos Kovacs walked his beat. Kovacs uttered a glad sigh, for the best of reasons. Was he not happily mar ried to a good-looking, loving girl? Arid tomorrow lie would be the father of a splendid baby, if all went well. The hoot of a motor horn broke into his reverie. Round the corner came tearing a great, gray car. Sixty miles an hour, at the least. The regulations prescribe a maximum of twenty. Kovacs, shouting and extending for bidding arms, leaped to the centre of the road. He caught a flash of a man’s aristocratic face above the wheel -—a girl in snowy furs beside him— two men on the rear seat. Then Kovacs died beneath the wheels. His posthumous baby was born the next morning to a penniless widow. If AND 0T1LL SHE y SMILES! Signorina Renata Mombelli, Italian Beauty and Friend of Prince Odeecalchi. She Won a Gold Bracelet from Him by Accompanying Him on a Speed-Mad Race, Without Screaming. Tin?, added to Kovacs’s death, spurred public and press to a fury of critical resentment. Police laxity was blamed. But the onus of guilt was thrown on the shoulders of irresponsible Budapest patricians—gay blades and their sweet hearts who rate a whoopee ride higher than human life. Anonymous letters to the papers as sailed young-Mr. Horthy, a son of the Kegent Admiral. Count Bcthlen, son of the Prime Minister, was also criti cized for wild driving. Ferocious and unjustified attacks were made on such persons as the Minister of the Nether lands and Dr. Weiser, noted physician. In the two latter instances perfect alibis were established, and not a vestige of actual evidence could be dredged up against either of the two young aristocrats mentioned. But the case—at least in the pop ular imagination—against speed-mad members of the upper classes continues to rankle. The Kovacs tragedy recalled to manj- that six months ago Prince Antal Lsterhazv, of the rich and illus trious family, had knocked do-wn and severely injured a policeman. The Prince, fined 5,000 pengos (about $800), had hotly appealed to the Su preme Court, which upheld the sen tence. A second appeal, this time to the Regent, brought a second denial, handed down at the very time that feel ing was running high over the death of Policeman Kovacs. The people then turned their indig nant attention in the direction of Prince Nicholas Odescalchi, active horseman, keen sportsman—and daring motorist. Small wonder! He was mak ing sixty miles an hour through one of Budapest’s busiest streets early one morning, when a policeman stopped him, demanded to see his license. Oaths rumbled from the noble lips and, a* further progress was blocked, the guardian of the law (phrase now used, ironically here) was stretched flat with a blow and kicked. Whereupon the Prince calmly climbed back into his car and made off, again at sixty miles FUN FOR THEM—DEATH FOR HIM *‘TK« policeman leaped to the centre of the road. He caught a flaah of a man’s aristocratic face above the wheel—a girl in snowy furs beside him. Then Koracs died beneath the wheels.” an hour. The assault had been witnssed by so many people that new,-, of it could not be suppressed. An official was sent to the Oclescalchi mansion to question the young: man, but he had left the coun try. Friends said he had planned, prior to the cop-kicking interlude, to visit Sal*burg and Lucerne, for the purpose of taking part in a series of horseback riding exhibitions and hur dle races. A warrant was issued for hi. arrest, hut it could not he served till he should return to Budapest. Meanwhile, the investigators mani fested interest in those young men— and women—with whom Prince Odes calchi had been associating of late. It ivas naturally thought that they might be able to cast some light on the Prince’s encounter with the policeman. Laborious fact-digging revealed that the nobleman’s com panion on that occasion had been Signorina Renata Mombelli. He had met her at an Italian seashore re sort, and since then they had been seen frequently in one another’s so ciety. One day, feeling careless, Odescalchi dared Renata to accom pany him on a mad motor spurt with the clutch open-—120 miles an hour— and offered as prize a gold bracelet if she survived the test without scream ing, P. S. She got the bracelet. \ It is said on sound authority that after the mix-up with the police officer, Signorina Mombelli used all her wiles to persuade the Prince to give up speeding. It is also said, on not such good authority, that he acceded to her wishes. This may or may not be so. The con LEFW THE COUNTRY Prince Nicholas Odsscalchi, 60-Mila-an Hour Motorist* Accused of Beating Up a Policeman. After the Episode He Departed for Lucerne, Switzerland, te Take Part in a Hurdle Meet. sensus of decision is that it will take more than a pretty girl's whispered ad vice to cure Hungary’s cruel young aristocrats of their outrageous ^peed whoopee mania. St From the Circle D T L T •! to the Square Pu^JBckLdjt New York Tonights and Chicago Pasts Among the Stage Big Shots 1 BIG BARD MAN Jolm Bryan, Son of Congreaawoman Ruth Bryan Owen, Shakespearing. HO, VARLET—MY BUSKIN! The Great Commoner, W. J. Bryan, Beride Hi* Grandson, Who Has Been ELECTED to Play Shakespearian Roles. The Immortal Nominee Is in Vctorish Costume, Leading a Prohibi tion Pageant. There Seems to Be a Family Resemblance Between the Two Men, Doesn’t There? TT W7HEN 1 was *little boy in Chi' cago, I sat on the knee of my uncle, a Tammany delegate to the Democratic national convention, and heard a handsome, thrilling man panic the party and capture the imagi nation of the 'world with the cross-of gold speech, the most famous perora tion since Cicero spilled the dirt on Cateline. His name was Bryan. Thirty four years later, in New York, I saw a young, idyllic and frail man play Sylvius in “As You Like It.” His name, too, was Bryan. And he is the grandson of the Great Enunciator, with whom I last shook hands in Dayton, Tenn., at the immortal Scopes trial. Well, why not? William Jennings Bryan was an actor in his heart though a fundamentalist in his soul. He was a chawtalkaway headliner and the most spectacular showman in American political history. His grandchild, son of Ruth Bryan Owen, who is in Con gress, is with Frit* Leiber’s Chicago MEET MISS BROWN HeUn Hayes, When She Was Still Helen Hayes Brown, Doing Child Bits and Dreaming of Starring at the Empire. She Got the Job. touring rep troupe in a series of Shakespearian mummeries. He says his grandpa passed away in peace though he knew. Daddy-antUDale Urania THEY’RE going to dramatize “Big Jim” Colosimo, the daddy of modern racketeering, who was bumped off in his office on Wabash Avenue, in Chicago, shortly after he had married lovely Dale Winter. Dale was an Australian girl, and on Sun days, after entertaining nightly in Big Jim’s dive, she would sing incognito in a church choir. Dare to try that for a fiction plot! I sprung the story in the Chicago American as a “scoop.” Jim, Dale and I had breakfast together every morn ing then. And he would drive me home at dawn. They left me at 5 o’clock on the morning of the day when he was murdered at 3. Fittingly enough, two former Chi cago newspapermen have been com missioned to write the piece—Ben Hecht and Charlie McArthur, who col laborated on “Front Page.” It will be called “The Diamond Tree,” the idea being that Jim hung Dale all over with diamonds, or, as the underworld would say, “ice.” Saw Dale on the street just off HER BIG BREAK Lenore Ulric, in. Her Fir»t “Legit” Part, Guana In “Tha Bird of Paradise,” Which She Joined After Being a Chicago Chorus Girl. Now She it the Surefire Draw Who Defies Wind, Depression and Bad Plays. Broadway a few days ago, by the way. She looked grand. She was with Jimmy Duffy, the West Coas. showman and actor, who has had his vicissitudes. Bight now they aren’t riding in limou sines. But they are happy. And when anyone brushes near her husband she doesn't shiver, nor does be need a bodyguard. Made the Empire *"1 HIS same Charlie McArthur— he's the husband of Helen Hayes. * l got a kick when 1 passed the staid, aristocratic old Empire Theatre and saw Helen’s name there in lights, starred in "Petticoat Influence.’’ It was at the Empire that she first at tracted the attention of professional theatre-goers, as Helen Hayes Brown, with the late John Drew in Sutro’s whimsy, "The Perplexed Husband.” 1 talked to her one night while she was playing in “Coquette” at the Maxine Elliott, and she told me her two ambitions—to have a baby and to star at the Empire. She attained them both in 1930. *