Radio mirror (Nov 1938-Apr 1939)

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By ADELE WHITELY FLETCHER At eight, he was stage-struck. He knew what he wanted — and he also wanted it enough! There's a lesson for everybody in the light-hearted story of Harry Yon Zell YOU can have anything you want, if you want it enough. That theory has survived for a long time. And the more you look around the more you begin to believe it. Take Harry Von Zell of the Fred Allen hour. Harry desperately wanted to be an entertainer. But, equally desperately, he wanted an office with his name on the door, a desk with a silver framed picture of his family on it, and a secretary. There was, of course, no job in the world which combined these two things. But there is now. And Harry has it. Harry was six years old, a skinny, blond, blue-eyed kid, known to his intimates as "Dutch," when he met Thurston and decided he too would be a magician. In a way this decision was a great relief to him. Until then he had only been sure that somehow he would go into show-business. When Thurston and his company played their perennial farewell engagements in Indianapolis they stopped at the Hotel Metropole. Harry's grandmother owned the Metropole and, very fortunately he considered, he had come in from the country to visit her. Every night before dinner the entire Thurston troupe and the dark quiet man himself worked patiently with Harry on the simplest sleights of hand. But he never was able to palm even a small coin without everyone being aware of exactly what he was doing. It was years, however, before he was to realize this. At the time he was blinded with the excitement of being with these fascinating people and visions of the day when he would manipulate rabbits with one hand and bowls of goldfish with another and of how he would bow when his audience rose to (Continued on page 82) 39