Paramount Pep (1923)

18 PARAMOUNT PEP Indianapolis Inklings By Fred E. Walters A Fatal Stepper By E. M. Orowitz Our honors for being the oldest member of the Indianapolis Exchange have shifted their resting place since the departure of A. R. Mueller, formerly Accessories Manager at the office of the Cincinnati Exchange, where he is assuming like responsibilities. Brother Mueller was just as sorry to leave Indianapolis as the members of the Indianapolis office were sorry to see him go. Mr. Mueller was one of the first to come here to establish the Indianapolis Exchange and has been located in the city ever since. “Art,” as he was commonly known, had a host of friends all thruout the Indianapolis film world as well as among the Exhibitors served by the Indianapolis office. Of course he is envied by some of us for his transfer to Cincinnati, in so far that he will be able to toast his ishins by their family fireside and in the family domicile ; his parents residing in Cincinnati. It might not be amiss to mention at this time also that Art was rather anxious to get back to Cincinnati in view of the fact that he has recently become an uncle and before deciding whether he wanted the little niece to be a pickpocket or a shoplifter, he wanted to do right by the youngster and take the matter up personally. To the best of our knowledge, she will be able to give a good account of herself, as she is now' nearly a month old. In a Cold Climate No, we wouldn’t want to be there now. From the depth of the snow it looks as though it would be pretty cold. Mr. Fred Benno, salesman from our Minneapolis Exchange, is the gentleman in the picture and it was taken while he was in Rock Lake, N. D. The picture bears testimony to the fact that Rock Lake was having a jolly well snowstorm when Mr. Benno hit the town, and the fact is that the snow' was so deep that he had to beg a pair of skis to make his way from the hotel to the Op’ry house. This can be verified by looking closely at the photo and you will see Mr. Benno on the skis. Dorothy Teoosky In a secluded spot, in romantic-like atmosphere, amid profuse decorations suggestive of sunny Florida to the minutest detail even to genuine Southern palms, twenty-three young people sat around a festive board to ext e n d felicitations, shower congratulations and best wishes to one of their own who determined to take the “fatal” step in life ! The place is the Rittenhouse Hotel. The time, Friday, April 13th. The “fatal” stepper, Dorothy Tecosky, Secretary to M. S. Landow, Philadelphia Sales Manager. With her wras her fiance, 1. S. Wachs, a young Philadelphia attorney. The others nresent were office employees of the Philadelphia Exchange. No one was more surprised than Miss Tecosky. Early in the afternoon she was presented w'ith a silver tea set, a gift from her coworkers. Congratulations were offered. Everyone in the office seemed to be unusually well dated up that evening. Mr. Wachs was confidentially informed about the affair and he arranged with his fiancee to go out to dinner and then to the theatre. Incidentally he took her to the Rittenhouse. As soon as the couple entered the private dining room where they were expected, the orchestra played “Here Comes the Bride.” Now' Miss Tecosky is titian-haired but her cheeks flushed so much at this unexpected outburst that her red hair looked pale by comparison. The couple will be married at the Ritz-Carlton Hotel, May 27th. Among those present were : M. S. Landow, Sales Manager, I. S. Wachs, Esq., Dorothy Tecosky, Raymond O'Rourke, Julia Barry, Bertha Laskin, Clara Kraftsow, Bertha Towne, Maybelle Bond, Mildred Levy, A. C. Benson, Harry E. Hunter, Manager Washington Exchange; Frank Fountain, Auditor; Francis Goldberg, Karl A. Suelke, the Cape May Sheik; Emma North. Nora Hennelly, Mrs. Shloss, nee Anna Mellon, H. M. Holloway, Harry Passarell and Eli M. Orowitz. T’'° committee whose efforts proved so successful that one of them bought a wrist watch with the excess assessments obtained were : Clara Kraftsow. Tulia C. Barry, Bertha Laskin and Maybelle Bond. Slater was absorbed in the evening paper when his young son’s crying disturbed him. “What is that child howling for now?” he demanded, irritably. “He wants his own way,” said Mrs. Slater. “Well,” argued Slater, absent-mindedly, as his eye fell on a particularly interesting item, “if it’s his, why don’t you let him have it?” — Corona Tips.