Motion Picture Classic (Jul-Dec 1930)

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^azzberr/es In C Majorl Johnny (Cocoanut Watching Hollywood Goes Pppfff, Grove) Hamp, At Play, ; ' Pppfff. Pppfff B LLOYD LEWIS YOU'VE heard Pete go tweet, tweet, tweet on his piccolo by now, surely. But have you ever heard Hamp go pppfff, pppfff, pppfff on his razzberry? No? Well, \ou've missed a lot, 'cause it's hotter than hot. Hollywood has been given the bird before, but Johnny Hamp, who for the past year has led his dance band in the Cocoanut Grove' of the Ambassador Hotel, is the first one to do it with sound effects. And when Hamp plays a razzberry on his trombone, it is a razzberry in C Major that outdoes even the soundeffects man on a Raoul Walsh set. A most impolite sound it is. Pppfff, pppfff, pppfff. Taken out of phonetics and put into English they can understand in Boston, Mr. Hamp gives Hollywood the bird in this fashion: "Hollywood is the kept woman of the world. . . . "Hollywood doesn't know how to play. It's neither rowdy nor reserved, smart nor refreshingly simple. . . . "And so Jean Harlow left Laddie Sanford standing right there in the middle of the dance-fioor. . . ." If you want gossip, juicy, spicy gossip, don't waste your rime trying to get intimate with the Chief of Police or the head of a divorce detective agency. For smacking, sensational scandal 58 there's no one better able to turn on the heat than a band leader. He Knows What's Going On THE lights are low on the dance floor; the music is romantic. Nobody is watching, nobody cares. Nobody but the band leader, who sees more of Hollywood's affairs in an evening than the night-watchmen do in a month. "They don't realize, as they cuddle up on a dimly lit dance-floor or get friendly in the corner, that the boys of the band keep themselves awake by taking in all that's going on," Hamp explains. And so, in the months he stood waving his baton at the Cocoanut Grove, Hamp watched some of the picture colony's warmest romances bud, bloom and burst. Hamp and his band helped Nick Stuart say it to Sue Carol by playing "Sweet Sue" whenever they were there. Loretta Young said "Yes" to Grant Witliers, and her sister Sally Blane gave Tommy Lee the "bye, bye," while Hamp looked on, and waved his little stick. Long before the chatter-writers made paragraphs about them, Hamp knew that Betty Johnny Hamp (in oval) has seen plenty of Holly Compson and Hugh Trevor were wood life and so has his band, absorbing some day gomg together. light above on the steps of the Ambassador {Continued on page pj)