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by
Jose Rodriguez^
THERE is something so joyous, unabashed and lively about Jeannie and Artie Lang, featured artists of KFI-KECA, that they bring to mind the delightfully absurd and fresh sextet from Mother Goose: 'Jack and Jill Went up the hill To fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down And broke his crown And Jill came tumbling after!'
They have just tumbled into my office and out of it in very much the same fashion as Jack and Jill. They sat on my desk, dangled their feet into waste-paper baskets; reclined upon files; leaned out of windows; balanced themselves on chairs; toyed with pencils, pens, paste-brushes and shears. And as always, they did it with that trusting and sprightly insouciance that is the only justification for impudence to your elders.
Arthur Lang (Artie for daily use) 26 years old, very handsome in an Anglo-Saxon, collegiate, athletic type, has a rich and flexible baritone voice, dresses with unaffected neatness.
• Jean Lang (Jeannie to her public) is 19 years old, extremely pretty in a devastating brunette vivacity, has a sweet and naughty soprano voice, and dresses like those disturbing midinettes that grace the covers of Le Petit Parisien.
They are both very small, although Artie's sturdy and graceful bearing sometimes gives the impression of greater stature than is his. Jeannie's tiny doll's figure is, of course, a powerful factor in her beauty, giving her that diminutive fascination that characterizes kittens and ducklings.
To give them a characterization popular in these non-alcoholic days, they are two half-pints full of potent and fragrant, 100-proof liquor. Goaded into activity by that fiend in human form that edits RADIO
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Kids On
The
Air
Jeannie and Artie Lang
DOINGS, my interview with the Langs went something like this:
• J. R. — Let's see — assuming that you are indeed the famous Langs, are you brother and sister, father and daughter, mother and son, or man and wife?
Artie and Jeannie (in unison) — Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha J. R. — Listen, this is no gag. Be serious. Which are your5
Artie and Jeannie — We won't tell. 'Cause if we do, you'll print it.
J. R. — Well, what the devil is an interview for?
• Jeannie — Don't get mad, uncle. You see, if we tell you we're married, we're sure to disappoint our fans —
J. R. — Don't be so modest —
Jeannie — And if we tell you we're brother and sister, or related in any way, we wouldn't tell you the truth —
J. R. — Veracity, veracity, children!
Artie — And surely you can see she's not my mother —
J. R. — Really?
I Continued on Page 45)
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