Radio doings (Dec 1930-Jun1932)

Aunt Fiiiiii> [Continued from Page 25] like a chumps, says, 'If it's all the same to you, judge, I'll take the money," and so we splits it two ways, the jedge and me. "By Lavender, if this feller Bert didn't see us do it, and he comes up and says, 'Listen, you hottlenose, if you don't split with me I'll let the cat out of the hag." Well, yuh can emagine the fix I was in. I thought he wuz talkin' about my cat, William Teecumsey Sherman, so I gives him his split and we got to talkin' about this and hat, so finally I gits him to come over to the house, one night after I gits out of the l*g-jav. "You see. I hadn't got over thet raw deal lie pulled on me and I was out to git his scalp. Well, I finally talked him into a stud poker game and I took everything but his gold crowns. Thet's the way Bert and I got acquainted, and now he jist keeps comin' over; I guess he thinks he's gon'na git thet money back. He should live so long." "By the way. Aunt Emmy, what does this fellow Bert — look like?" I queried. "Well, sir. thet's kind of a sticker, not the kind yuh puts on her windshield, though. Bert is strickly a newspaper man. if thet gives you any ideas. He's a little bit heavy around the waist, and usually wears a felt hat, and always has his pipe." "By the way," I interrupted, "they tell me that you've had quite an assortment of husbands. Could that be possible?" "Well," she answered, taking a long tug on her old corn cob pipe. "I really wouldn't call 'em an assortment; but to tell yuh the truth. I have had seven husbands up to date, and I alius got muh eye peeled fer any kind of an opportunity along thet line. "My fust husband was real nice to me. but the second one (thet chump I . he wasn't worth a hill o' beans. He never had no money and one time he couldn't pay the rent, and the landlord threw us out into the street. Well, sir. thet was the fust time we had gone out together since we wuz married! "The thud one wasn't so bad. I met him in a box car on the way to Chicago. I wuz goin' up to Chicago to give a talk on Temperance, and I was hem" sent up by one of the clubs thet 1 belonged to called. 'The Sisters of the Guiding Hand.' Better known amongst ourselves as the 'Kansas City Bar Flies.'" "They tell me." I went on. ' that you are quite a crusader in the cause of prohibition. Could you say anything in this interview along those lines?" "Could I!" she paused and took a bottle labeled "Bitters" off the old dusty melodian in the corner, and took a short gulp. "Thet's one thing I really got the low down on. Last year I was up in Detroit. I was up there with the sole idea of givin' a talk on Temperance, and I couldn't have picked a worse spot. It took me an hour and a half just before the lecture to git a little shnops to clear muh throat so I could go ahead and give muh lecture. And they say Detroit is a wet town!" By that time I thought I had better go, as I was getting on her own ground, and there was no telling when she would let up. However, I promised her faithfully that I would come up to her little home at KGFJ some night at nine-forty-five and have a nice long visit with her. He Beat Broadway [Continued from Page 40] bara into his element. She loved London, and her husband soon became the "talk of the town." While in London, he perceived out of the corner of his eye, that radio was finding a prominent place in America's sphere of entertainment. Making another spur-of-the-moment decision he wired William S. Paley. president of the Columbia Broadcasting System. The answer was "See me when you arrive.'' So he and Barbara returned bag and baggage, and Mort was given a prompt audition. It was a wonderful success. He found himself catapulted back into recognition again with his own composition. "Wabash Moon" as his signature. Within the first two weeks his fan mail jumped from nothing to a thousand letters a week. He is now singing exclusively for the R. J. Reynolds Tocacco Company I Camels I and they are paying him an outrageous price for his nightly programs of Irish tenoring. He first sang for them, by way of audition, over a long-distance phone! R. J. Reynolds were searching for a magnetic artist whom they could use as their medium, and the Columbia officials, certain that they would be pleased with Downey, had him sing all the way from New York City to Winston-Salem on an ordinary long-distance telephone. They were pleased. King of the Camel Quarter Hour, he now sings before the mike with no more effort than if he were whistling an idle tune on his way to school, back in Wallingford. It is too bad that he can't shake your hand, as a pleasant ending to this story of his life. It is in itself a proof of his genuineness and sincerity . . . firm, and so determined. When better s,.iil;~ are sung. 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