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Maybe None, Since All the Jewels Stolen from the Soviet yMatro n Were Returned CHAGRINED Former Judge Howard J. Vroomnn. of Kansas City, Mo. He Was Divorced by His Wife After a Long Legal Tangle. Here He Is Shown Before the Tide of Fortune Turned Against Him. Photo-Portrait of Miss Howard es» Vrooman, Who Is Unpaged to Wil *ur F. Coen, Jr., the Famous tennis star. Fortunately, on the Ni"h.t She and Her Mother Were Held Up, She Was Not Wearing the Gems Seen -two years ago she received ait anonymous valentine consisting' * of a floral piece in which was embedded her lost wedding ring. The following year her valentine wa. a package containing $10,000 in jew elry stolen from her during a holdup. And now Mrs. Howard J. Vrooman, beautiful and socially prominent di vorcee of Kansas City, Mo., is wonder ing just what sort of a unque valentine she is going to get this year—if any. &o far as she knows, none of her per •onal possessions is now missing, so that her prankish and mysterious "friend” had better think up something original. Of course, valentines are mysterious Around Her NecU. £ things, anyhow, often sent anonymously. But the case of Mrs. Vrooman not only baffled the police but had the smart society set of Kansas City wondering and watching and wait ing for a new seqtiel. It all happened, it seem;, just when the Vrootnans were in the midst of a long series of marital difficulties that reached a climax in the divorce eourt.-. For a time even their best friends didn’t suspect that-there was anything but contentment in the V rooman home. The family was wealthy and prominent. Vrooman was judge of a county court, had a farm and conducted an exten sive real estate business. There were two pretty debutante daughters, Miss Frances Ault Vrooman and Miss How ard Jess Vropman, who is engaged to Wilbur F. Coen, Jr., famous tennis star and protege of Bill Ttlden. Suddenly Kansas* City society wa~ startled, in when Mrs. Vrooman filed suit for divorce, stating that the Judge had said he married her only be cause he was short of money. At the time she obtained a temporary restrain ing order prohibiting her husband from returning home because she was afraid of another “scene.” Judge Vrooman countered with a divorce suit charging desertion. It was dismissed and Mrs. Vroonuyi, in 1928, ued for separate maintenance... She claimed, among other things, that she sometimes had to sleep under the bed to escape her husband's rage: She was granted $300 a month. -Again Judge Vrooman countered this time with an alienation suit against his wife’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Ar thur F. Auit, asking for $500,000 dam ages. This, too, was dismissed. Then one day Judge Vrooman was arrested on a charge of asauiting Floyd K. Jacobs, well-known attorney and a political opponent of the Judge. While Kansas City society was being entertained and amazed by this strange series of events, a misfortune befell Mrs. Vrooman. On the night of Feb ruary 11, 1929, Mrs. Vrooman and her daughter. Miss Howard Jess, were re turning home from a social function. They had stopped their motor car in front of their home m a fashionable WAS SHE SURPRISED? \ “On St. Valentine'* Day, Mr* Vrooman returned home to find a plain package awaiting her. She casually opened it and wa* overjoyed hut puzzled-—to find in*ide all the jewelry that had been stolen from her during the hold-up. Nothing wa* mixing district of the city. Just as they started to get out a bandit flashed a gun and commanded them to turn over their jewels. These, including a diamond ring, a wedding ring, an onyx ring, were val ued at $10,000, but were not insured. The police sought in vain to track down the thief. But a few days later, on St. Valen tine's Day, Mrs. Vrooman was sur prised and baffled to receive from an anonymous source a floral valentine piece, in which she discovered the lost wedding ring. A year passed, and the Yroonians' domestic wrangles continued in the courts. On St. Valentine’s Day a year ago, Mrs. Vrooman returned home to find a plain package, bearing a Kama City postmark, awaiting her. She cas uali'’ opened 1. and was overjoyed — but puzzled— to find inside all the jew elry that bad been stolen from her during the hold up. Nothing was blissing. Th$ police gave up the case as ah unsolved mystery. % Meanwhile Mrs. Vroo man obtained a di vorce from her hus band. She took a new and finer home in the exclusive eoun try dub district of the city. But his fortunes declined. He lost much of his prop erty. He sought to be reelected judge, but his party faction failed to support him sufficiently. Thus the troubles of the Vroouiau passed from the newspapers and the A LADY VICTORIOUS Mr*. Howard J. Vrooman, Kama* City Society Matron. She Triumphed in a Series of Court Battle* with Her Husband. Here She Is Shown Leaving the Courtroom After One of Them. A public taunt, Hut privately, many people art- VbAde.rmg if THIS year there will be a sequel to that eiirioua J (*,000 valentine. m From the Circle D J to the Square D Tears and Smiles These Nights Along the Hardened Artery BATTLING back. A long way back to come from and much to live ahead for. Dorothy Mackaye and Paul Kelly\ He's on a rain-check out of San Quentin for battering her hus band, Ray Raymond, to death. She has washed up her stretch in the same stir for suppression of the facts. Now they’re going to marry as soon as they can, which is as soon as Paul’s parole is out. Meanwhile, he’s playing in "Hobo” at $30 a week, all •> paroled man may earn. He’s playing - convict part. I know a few facts about the Mackaye-Raymond-Kelly tri-t raged y vhat have never been printed before. 1 knew all three when they were gin guzzling pals. Dot and Ray, when he was in my musical show, "Guo the Bus,” in Philadelphia, and she was in "Rose-Marie” in New York, were so in love that every night after her pel’ i'ormance she’d make an 11 :25 train to Philly, spend the night with Ray, and return next day. Kelly was then in Los Angeles, in films. 1 was in Hollywood, editing my ten Modem Commandments,” when 1 later first saw tile three together. Iiay and Paul were thick—in friendship and in speech. I saw at a glance that all wasn’t kosher between Paul and Dot. But Ray didn’t. Then, one night, Kay long-distanced me from another Cali fomia town where he was playing, and asked if 1 had seen her, as he couldn't raise her on the 'phone. 1 had a fair idea, but l tipped off nothing. He couldn’t sleep. He left his show flat, grabbed his car and drove in. He found their child, Mimi, but Dot was out. Mimi said Mr. Kelly had come and got mother. fRay, drunk, got Kelly on the wire. Paul, cockeyed, started stalling. Dot. plastered, grabbed the receiver and let Ray have a cheerful little earful—yes, she was with Paul, she loved Paul— what about it? Ray demanded that i«he come right home. PauKcame, in stead, alone. There wasa wicked scrap. ' Paul was younger and huskier, Ray was a booze-burned shell. Kelly soon knocked him cold. Raymond died. We were all shocked, but didn’t j dream what had happened. A physi cian signed a certificate of natural causes. And it would never have been upset, had not Mimi prattled to a neigh bor’s child about the fight she had seen. The other kid told her father, who happened to be related to the Dis • A DRY CELL Paul Kelly, in Hit Cage at San Quentin, Where He Did Hi* Bit and Swallowed Hi* Le»son Against Gin. trict Attorney. Paul and Dot couldn't clip the rap and got the Big House. It was an awful cure for what had been a woeful curse. But it cured. Now they are hand in hand, living Christian, earnest, penitent lives. The stage is their only trade, and they will follow it. But they will never again taste alcohol. They’ve had their quota. And paid plenty. I certainly wish them good luck RED GREW HER HAIR Dorothy Mackaye, in ‘‘Rose-Marie,” When Her Features, Tresses, Pep and Voice Won Her Broadway Lore. Below, Mimi, Daughter of Dot and Ray Raymond, the Victim of the Ginny Triangle. It's a Canary! STELLE TAYLOR, when we last played a parlay to a Mexican stand-off at Agua Caliente, told me on the club-house veranda that she was opera-bound. 1 like Estelle (and Jack Dempsey was sitting with us) so 1 didn’t laugh out loud. Now 1 am buzzed by Jack himself that it wasn’t hooey. As a result of a tonsil job, Estelle has regained a voice vvb'rh promised much, back in 1920, when he was studying vocal in New York. She had her tonsils chiseled and it seems a piece of one wasn't taken out. The silent screen was right up her path of roses, anyway, so she didn’t bother. But now that they have to talk it, too, Mrs. Dempsey had the thing surveyed- Another carving, and —lo! She trills like a prima. Now HE WAS A GENT The Reporter Uted to be Pictured •» * Hero. HE IS A BUM Now lilt Reporter it Portrayed at a Bad Babe. she s training again. And when that gal starts something, she winds it up. Groic Fat and Eat. ABB1NG on the zephyrs over WOK every Friday afternoon, I request iny audiences to request me to request guest stars of their se lection. To my amazement, the de mand for strictly mike-made talent far exceeds the call for stage-built celebri ties. Names that I had never heard of flooded in on me. And yet it is surprising how few notable idols of its own radio has made. In certain zones there are local faves. Beyond these there are only a half-dozen who have come out of the air, alone. And what a haven radio should be for men and women with personalities, who are short on appear ance. I know one serio-comic tragedy. A girl -who was in an operatic quartette (and, somehow, for oper ates one can be fat) lost her partners, couldn't get a radio job, and decided to go into vaudeville. Everyone toid her at once -—reduce! She slaved, starved, rolled, rowed, gouged off thirty-six pounds in three months—and then she was sent for and got a long-time contract—on the radio! Ex-Lily. Newspapermen write newspa per plays about newspapermen. If they don’t, who should? May be nobody. It strikes me that the re cent ones are pretty savage, hard boiled and malicious. When Joe Pat terson, one of my Chicago cronies of reporter days, wrote ‘‘The Fourth Es NEW PIPELIN* Ettelle Taylor Dcmpiey, Who It Going Great Gun* and Grand Opera. talc,” newspapermen were not expected to be crooks, fiends, reprobates; nor were they in Jesse Lynch Williams’ ‘‘The Stolen Story.” They were a rather romantic lot—broke, on the level, hard workers, hard drinkers, but good scouts. Look at the poor things now, in ‘‘Five Star Final,” by a man who was a metropolitan managing editor; and "Front Page,” by two ex-reporters, and "Gentlemen of the Press,” by half a dozen working editorial men. In "The Racket” our outfit got no little white lies. In “Chicago” we were the goofs and boobs, and in “Midnight” we have the preposterous situation of a reporter who plants a mike in the home of an enemy so the whole world can cuv esdrop on his private senti ments. Have we completely flopped fro® heroes to heavies—like judges’ copj-rlem. I9il, Imeiasuonu te»tux* hcrvict. lac., 4irk»i iirittiu £1401* Jie*frf*J.
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