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The A. & P. Gypsies with Harry Horlick have been on the air for years. See program guide on page 50.
by mary
JACOBS
HIS FORMER RIVAL WAS HARRy
HORLICK'S ONLy FRIEND WHEN
HE WAS HUNGRY AND RAGGED
moments
ON his first vacation, Harry Horlick plans to visit Russia. For only one purpose: To spend as much time as he can with a middle-aged, near-sighted, stoopshouldered musician in Tiflis. A man whose name is Lazar Stupel, and who earns his livelihood by teaching violin to the vouth of Tiflis.
Though Harry Horlick, the dark-eyed, dynamic leader of the A. & P. Gypsies, has not seen Lazar for seventeen years, since Harry left Russia, Lazar is his closest friend, and they correspond regularly. Why?
If it had not been for Lazar Stupel, there would be no I larry Horlick, orchestra leader, to soothe us with his romantiq tunes.
Lazar Stupel saved Harry Horlick when Harry was just twenty-one.
Iwenty-one is the age most young men look forward to. I hen they are considered mature, ready to take up a man's burden, to fight their way up in the world.
I'm afraid that Harry Horlick, that January morning in 1919, was in no condition for boasting of his manhood, or uoing anything else. You see, he had just returned from the World War, after having fought in the Russian army lor over three years. Footsore, bedraggled, dead broke and ill. he arrived at Tiflis, where he had lived before the war. \nd found nothing but loneliness. I lis family, he discovered, had all moved to America. Not one familiar face did lie see.
There was one familiar spot, the Music Conservatory which he had attended from the lime he was twelve until he was eighteen.
How different life was then! In those days it beckoned
eir lives
onward, filled with constant promise. Some day he would be a famous violinist, worshipped by the world. Did not the teachers at the Conservatory think he had great talent? Was he not the youngest musician to be invited to play in the famous symphony orchestra in Moscow?
Then he was happy, respected. He had everything he wanted: money, admiration, and fine clothes. He lived with his older brother, Fvsey, the concert master of the Imperial Opera Company of Tiflis; and to his brother's home came famous musicians and artists. The best of food was served; the choicest wines flowed freely. Through it all, adolescent Harry, suave, cosmopolitan, moved with easy assurance.
But the War changed everything. When Harry was eighteen, he was drafted into the Russian Army. The man who came back from the war, the man Lazar Stupel saved, was not the same, carefree, optimistic youth who had left. His nerves were shattered. He had no aim in living. And he could not erase from his mind the horrors that had been visited upon him.
The beginning of the change took place when he was sent to Baku for training, with about two hundred other young men, mostly ignorant peasant boys. Accustomed to refined, polished people, he was repelled by their coarse manners and talk. Having been pampered and catered to all his life. he was nauseated by the daily fare of black bread, badly prepared kasha, borsht and tea, which the others ravenously devoured. He couldn't acclimate himself to drill, to performing the lowly manual labors expected of .1 soldier. Toolishly. he made no attempt to conceal his real feelings in the matter. As a (Continued on page 65)