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L Seventy Years a Musician S J
. ADAPTS fH6m'THi HAL ROACH PeZu(yXlJ
THE PERQUIMANS WEEKLY, HERTFORD N. C fUIDAX MAY 27, 1938
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? XUCSUMS .
! 41pm Hotel. StottMrlMkl,
ho one puee Victor Albert,
omjwMr, wt' ko taken over
the entire eeta&MefcmeNt in order
to feuntre the peace and guiet. k
requires to compote Me perfect
Swiss peasant opera. But the
Alpen Hotel hoe three unofficial
members of Me staff: XiOwrei and
Hardy, juathtng. dishes to . pay
o their board MB, . ana na,
the Chambermaid, working or
the came reason. Anita ie reaay
Victor wie,the am one .Anna
Boefel. musioaj etar. Her oAam
Dermoid yofr ie her way pay
ing back Victor for running
away from her and for refusing
her ; the lead in hie peasant
opera. Victor say she's too
glamorous to play a peasant.
Laurel and Hardy have an arch
enemy in Franeelhuber, the chef.
Franzelhuber and Oliver both
fall in love with Anna. Anna
goes to the, festival with Stan
Copyright 1W7 Itm't tne.
j Chapter Three
ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL
The day of the Alpenfest dawned
bright and beautiful. From earliest
morning the peasant in flower
deck carta, the tumbler, Jugglers
and flag throwers, .the man with
the bear, the lade and lasses from
neighboring villages were on their
way to the Alpen Hotel. Their
bright costumes found answer in
the gaily festooned terrace and gar
dens. Lulgi, the manager, did him
self and the Alpen Hotel proud in
the decorations which served as
background for this yearly festival.
At their table on the balcony,
Victor and his valet, Edward,
watched the proceedings Joyfully.
Edward! I've got It," jsrfed the
composer, snapping hnr finger.
"Why not use this setting the
Dancing . the singing this fes
tival In my operetta."
Edward smiled in agreement,
then pointed with some excitement
to the Gypsy caravan heading down
A tall, heavy man with fierce
Eioustachio was driving. Next to
1m sat a slender girl whose face
was half hidden by the veil which
formed her head-drees. Next to her
eras a thin, angular Gypsy chieftan
who felt of his head continually as
If he expected a derby to be placed
there on. Occasionally he stroked
the moustache which drooped down
on either side of his mouth.
As the wagon reached the court
under Victor's balcony the Gypsy
girl secured her face veil and mo
tioned the driver to stop.
; "Right you are," he beamed.
1 His fellow-Gypsy leaned forward
timorously. "Ollie," he whispered,
"do you think anybody will know
.who we are?"
"Don't worry," Anna laughed. "If
won are discovered they can't, do
anything to you."
Oliver smiled grandly. "Certainly
- "Not much," whimpered Stan, recalling-the
chef a promise to skin
them alive t he ever paw them with
Anna looked toward the balcony
and saw Victor peering down at
them with Interest She nastily
climbed from the driver's seat and
r-tn inside the wagon. .
Oliver rose and cleared his throat
for attention. Stan banged on a
ftln can. .
: Xaydeeea and gentlemen," shout
kd Mr. Hardy from behind bis mous
taehio. . "With -your kind permis
sion and attention we would like to
Introduce to you the greatest primo
feonna that ever, thrilled a contata
Anna stepped out of the wagon
and whirled in , the opening steps
f a Gypsy dance. She pirouetted
U the center of the fiut namm-
bli&g crowd. : She paused to sing
a GVpsy love song, directing her
words to the balcony.
Victor turned to his valet la ex
citement "It's an, Edward U1
she n cried.
"Tes, sir," replied thTvalet "If a
"Why the girl for my operetta!"
"A gypsy, sir?" Edward' ton
was frankly disapproving. -
"Only a Gypsy could sing with
such fire such passion such mean
ing!" said Victor tensely.
Anna finished her song and again
began to dance. Like a whirling
dervish, she executed the fast and
difficult steps. Victor all but fell
over the rail with excitement Anna,
certain now of his interest and at
tention, did a series of turns that
sent the full skirts of her costume
swirling to her knees.
Victor stared, then frowned in
thought Those beautiful legs.
Where had he seen them before?
He closed his eyes in thought He
had seen them. Of course he had
he'd seen them dancing on the stage.
What stage? Why, the stage of
the Victor Albert Theatre in Vi
enna. And who was the dancer on
that stage? A grim smile played
upon his lips as he-realized that
the dancer he remembered was
Anna Hoefel, his wife.
"Edward," he said sternly, "go
down there and bring that Gypsy
"Do you love me, Anna?"
Anna clapped her hand in glee.
So! fib had fooled Victor. She
had proven to him that she could
dance and sing the -peasant as tri
umphantly as the glamour roles he
sJways wrote for her. She kissed
Oliver and. Stan on the cheek, for
luck, then marched off, her arm
Mr. Laurel and Mr. Hardy
watched her go in a dase. They
snapped out of it hurriedly and fol
lowed in pursuit
They arrived at the door of Vic
tor's suite Just, as he opened it to
allow Anna to pas haughtily-into
his room. Edward disappeared
down the hall. Mr. Hardy and Mr.
Laurel stepped forward to follow
Anna, but Victor slammed the door
smartly in their faces.
Mr. Hardy clenched his fists. "He
can't get away with that!" he mut
tered. The door opened suddenly, and
both men turned to catch the flee
ing Anna but there was no fleeing
Anna. There was only Victor, who
with a smile and a wink, hung a
"Do Not Disturb" sign on the knob.
"I'll skin you. alive," shouted Franzelhuber.
to my room!"
"To your room, sir?" cried Ed
ward in dismay
"Say that I want to sign her to
"Well If that's what you call it"
murmured Edward discreetly, "but
I don't think Anna' going to like
Victor laughed. Tou fool don't
you recognise that Gypsy it is
Edward took to his heels, arriv
ing at the Gypsy wagon Just a
Anna rushed inside it Stan and
Oliver stood guard at the door.
"Pardon the intrusion," Edward
said blithely, "but I would like to
speak to the little Gypsy nigh ting
gale." Oliver eyed him fiercely. "And
Just what I the nature of your
business with my fiancee?"
Edward coughed. "I believe I
hanre some good new for her"
Anna appeared at the door, and
seeing Edward,, broke Into smiles.
Edward bowed low. "The great
Victor Albert sends lid compliment
and requests the pleasure of an in
terview with you. He ha a remote
idea of placing yon In his fortn
Their consternation turned to be
wilderment, but before either of
them could remonstrate in any way,
a commotion on the stairs claimed
Up the stairs, with murder in his
eyes and a mallet in hi hands,
climbed Franzelhuber, the chef.
Discretion is the better part of
valor and Messrs. Laurel and Hardy
looked for an exit. They ran down
the corridor, did a somersault,
handspring and a back flip that set
them upon the landing below. But
Franzelhuber was ready for them
The two companions, their enemy
in pursuit charged down the stairs,
through the halls, in the kitchen,
out of the dining room, through the
lobby and back up the stair again.
Mr. Laurel and Mr. Hardy reached
the door of Victor's suite Just as
Franzelhuber got within throwing
distance of them. Franzelhuber
raised the mallet to fling It but.
with terrific effort the two com
panion thrust at Victor's door and
broke It 'down, falling on it, with
the shrieking ' Franzelhuber, ' top
ping tne tableau.
what met their eyes, stunned
them. Anna, the sly minx,-, was
raising her Hps to kiss Victor who
neia her lest in hi embrace.
Th three intruder scrambled to
-What' the meaning of this In-
tMMlskiftltff fchnfftjul n..'
my wife ted I have any privacy f'
Franselhuber and Mr. Hardy
gulped, "yeur wife?" they cried in
unision : ''
- Anna nodded happily.
Mr. Laurel shook hi head. "How
can she- be your, wife, when she'
in love with him" he pointed to
Oliver, "and she's hie sweetheart"
he pointed to the chef. "She told
him so only yesterday."
"WOH," replied Victor, "let me tell
you, gentlemen, she is my wife.
And if she's willing, I want her al
ways tcbe my wife."
This time Anna Kissed mm with
out Interruption. Victor waved his
guest farewell as he and Anna,
their arm entwined, went out of
the suite, to join the festival again.
Oliver and Franzelhuber stared
at each other in bewilderment. The
chef, with a sigh, started out the
room. But this time, he found the
dish-washing team too quick foi
him. With a quick, right-about-turn,
they hauled him back. In a
flash he remembered he hated them
both not only for ordering appls
pie at their first dinner the dinner
which they could not pay for the
dinner which caused them to be
dlBhwashers in order to pay ofl
their debt not only did he hate
them on that score he hated them
doubly because Anna had turned
out to be a heartless flirt!
"It's ail your fault!" he roared
"Remember what I said I'd do to
Stan nodded. "Yes you said
you'd skin us alive. But it aini
"Oh it aint?" bellowed the chef.
He reached in his back pocket and
whipped out a big knife. He started
for Oliver. Stan crouched down on
hands and knees directly behind
Franzelhuber. He pantomimed to
his partner to give the chef a
Franzelhuber backed Mr. Hardy
against the wall, brandishing hi!
knife menacingly. Oliver suddenly
gave him a push that sent him
backward over Stan and toppling
off the balcony, out of sight.
Mr. Laurel got to his feet and
carefully dusted off his hands. Mr.
Hardy took his arm and together
they walked out onto the balcony
and looked over the railing.
Down in the court, jacknifed on
the stone floor, lay Franzelhuber,
the chef. He slowly raised himself
to his feet. He glared up at the
other two. With a roar he bounded
for the hotel entrance, knife in one
hand and cleaver in the other.
Mr. Laurel looked at Mr. Hardy.
Mr. Hardy gazed back at Mr.
"Come on," they both shouted,
and with more speed than agility
slid down the posts upholding the
balcony taking it on the run.
They tore out of the terrace, un
hindered by the dancing, singing
throngs. They fled past the Gypsy
wagon in which they had driven
Anna to the festival in such high,
spirits that very morning. As they,
reached the roadway leading down'
the mountain they turned for a'
last look toward the Alpen Hotel
where they'd lost their derbies,
their fortune, their freedom and
On the balcony of Victor's suite,
outlined against the setting sun, a
girl and a man embraced, as the
voices of the festival-singers rang
out In a song of love.
Mr. Laurel and Mr. Hardy started i
down the road.
A wild about from the top of the
hill brought Mr. Hardy and Mr.
Laurel to a stop. They wheeled
about to see Franzelhuber brandish-
Ing his weapons.
"And If you ever come back," bel
lowed the chef, "I will skin you
Messrs. Laurel and Hardy too''
to their heels and fled.
... . I ... .1 I . "
WALTER DAMROSCH, dean of
American musicians, climbed an
a tiny child upon the piano stool of
his parents' home in Breslau, Si
lesia, more than seventy years ago,
to embark upon an unparalleled mu
sical career. Today at seventy-six,
symbol of American musical cul
ture the world over, the full Hlatln.
guished-lookihg, vigorous and alert
uamroson Driages a gap between
the classicists of the last century
and the modernists of todnv Hia
proudest boast is, "I am an Amer
Walter Damrosch's earliest me
mories of his father, later the fa
mous American conductor Leopold
Damroscb, are of his being host to
the elite of European musicians.
The Damroscb. home was a rendez
vous of artists. Here were enter
tained Wagner, Liszt, von Bulow,
Clara Schumann, Joachim, Auer
and Rubinstein. Wagner was god
father for another Damroscb. boy,
his namesake, who died In early
The elder Damrosch brought his
family to America when Walter was
nine and soon became a leading
figure in the New York musical
scene. Walter's education was ex
tended by trips to cultural centers
of the Old World, during which he
renewed his childhood acquain
tances with Wagner and Liszt. He
was twenty-three when his father
was fatally Btricken while conduct
ing a series of Wagnerian operas at
the Metropolitan, and the young
man took over his baton. Dromntlv
to become recognized as the leading
exponent or Wagnerian opera in the
Schaub Defends.Agente prgram
From Unfair Criticism
Uows On Pasture May
Need Grain Feed Too
' Tl jsMinw vrvAnf rtAJaviaA t Vila
close association .with the new farm
act, has been the target of much un
deserved criticism , since cotton and
, tobacco allotments were announced
gays Dean I. 0. Schaub, of State
In a few communities, some dis
ing for the agent's7 dismissal basing
their argument on apparent "unfair
ness.' . ;
"Thm we have a strange situa
tion," the dlrectorof the Extension;
Service said, : "The. county agent is
put in much the same, position as a
tax collector. ' He has orders which
he must carry out that' were f ormu-
, lated by the Congress of the United
i f J A TTf- JXf t J
. Dean Schaub explained that county
committeemen determined acreage
allotments for individual farms after
a cful study -was made of ". the
cou and according to a formula
; set w in the Act., ; .
After the- allotment were r com
pleted, they were announced through
the office of the county agent, head
quarters for, the ; .AAA program In
each county. c A
"rational goals were set up " in
Wt .ington, and each state givn its
Schaub said. ; flu the case of cotton',
even county goals were established in
Washington. For tobacco, the State
f-mittee set each county's quota,
- idi was approved by the AAA re
gional office in the nation's capital,
"'"e thjnk that only a small part
; v f - re- are campaigning ac
. ..t the program. Most of
( T - r still willing to go
- i l c -r to give control
' -y don't like it
n is over,
PRNDRRROaDTJRWS! ildren, Winifred and Nina, of Eli
zabeth City, were Sunday gueste of
Mr. and Mrs. Ed Wood and daugh-' Mr. Lanes parents, Mr. and Mrs. J.
ter, of Norfolk, Vu., visited Mrs.:Ed Lane-
Marv J. Wood Sunday afternoon. Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Matthews
Mr, and Mrs. Clyde Lane and two ! and son, Thomas, and Miss Alma
When cows are turned on good
pasture in the spring and early sum
mer, the amount of grain fed in their
ration can be reduced, said John A.
Arey, extension dairy specialist at
"Orating- on lush grasses, a cow
can obtain enough nutrients with the
roughage to sustain her body weight
and produce a certain quantity of
A Holstein cow can eat enough
grass to maintain body weight and
produce about, 8& pounds, of milk a
day a Jersey cow 20 pounds.. . But
when producing more milk, the cows
should receive enough grain to com
pensate for the extra, milk given.
A. Holstein on good, pasture needs
about 2-5 of , a pound . of grain for
each; pound of milk she produces
daily above 80 pounds." ' " ; , "
A Jersey on good pasture, , because,
hex milk-is richer in gutter fat, will
need about 8-5 of a pound of grain
for leach pound of milk' she produces
above 20 pounds a dav. -
These figures were arrived at by
researcn workers wno conducted
feeding experiments at the U, S. De
partment f Agriculture's experiment
farm at Belurrille, Maryland., I,
. But Arey warned that the cows
will need more grain when pasture vis
short- as a result of dry . weather
early in the season, or when the pas
ture grasses become more mature in
July and August " . ; . :, '
jV.Tty Not Try lt?
Maybe the plain gospel, preached
with reference to the saving of souls
V " ! 5 r""rcPriat as a drawing
at:.. it t' ys in building up
cLrr- 1 ' j Creconian. i -
'k ;H : W . fftmrnm
fzrj : ..11
Davenport spent Sunday with Mr.
and Mrs. Henry Barber, near Eden
ton. Among those visiting Mr. and Mrs.
Reuben Stallings Sunday were Mrs.
Mamie Farmer, Mr. and Mrs. Seth
Long and three children, and Ray
Mrs. Willie Lane and two children,
Edna Ruth and Joanne, spent Satur
day with Mrs. Lane's sister, Mrs.
Will Morgan, at Winfall.
Mrs. S. I. Cullipher is visiting her
son-in-law and daughter, Mr. and
Mrs. Fred Bailey, at Cowpens, S. C.
Mrs. Arthur Chappell and two
children, of Ed en ton; Mrs. Raymond
Conductor at the Metropolitan,1
Impresario of his own German opera'
company, conductor of the New,
York Oratorio Society and of the
New York Symphony Orchestra,!
composer, author, lecturer and edu
cator, he has been a leader of
American music for more than five,
decades. He has been honored with'
doctorates by New York University,
Princeton, Columbia, Brown, Penn-j
sylvania, University of New York!
State and Washington and Jefferson'
He is president of the National j
Institute of Arts and Letters and a
member of the American Academy,
of Arts and Letters. ,
His radio broadcasts on music ap-l,
preciation have been received with
growing acclaim for ten years.
Now. with a weekly audience of
more than seven million, these leo-.
lures are generally regarded as his
crowning etlucalionaUachievement. j
One of his four grand operas,
"The Man Without a Country.",
first performed May 12, 1936, was
selected for reproduction by the
Metropolitan as a feature of its
A vigorous exponent of American-'
Ism In music. Damrosch has con-1
ducted premieres of many American'
compositions. He Is a member of the
American Society of Composers,'
Authors and Publishers. 1
Recently, upon being felicitated
on completion of an Important mu
sical task In the midst of many,
duties, he remarked with charac-ji
mains to be done that I long for at
least one hundred more years of
Bateman and two children, of Hert
ford, and Polly Bateman were guests
at the homo of Mrs. Louis Eaves on
BIRTH ANNOUNCEMENT '
Mr. and Mrs. S. M. Long, of Bethel,
are receiving congratulations upon
the birth of a baby girl, Sheldon
Jean, born Friday, May 6.
Born to Mr. and Mrs. Lindeey
Russell on May 21, a daughter.
Mother and baby are getting along
Hoi one but Iwo'gor-
geout nn at win ten
MNonoJ Tow Of ice! 3
diamond! in each ring!
mounting in, yellow
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III - iidMi
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