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land, with anecdotes and reports on worthy personalities Benny had tried classical music before, and he is not stopping with this attempt. He already has a serious lecture-recital booked for Manhattan's Town Hall this fall, and there may be more recordings. RICHARD HIMBER has a catchy new musical device which will add distinction to his band, if it is not picked up and imitated to death. It is hard to describe this new stunt of Dick's, used sometimes for interludes between choruses and sometimes to carry a portion of the melody itself. This is as near as I can come: The innovation is a sort of rotary ascending figure in the brass section—a glis- sando, if you follow, tossed from instrument to instru- ment, instead of running its gliding course on just one. It runs up or down, but usually up. During most of the past few years, Himber has had two distinct bands, one for his commercial radio programs and the other for his engagements at hotels and ballrooms. The radio orchestra was composed of the best men avail- able and they, along with their leader's shrewd judgment of musical values, have made Himber's band consistently one of the very good ones on the air. The men he used for radio were far too expensive for any hotel job. so his bands heard from hotels in the late evening dance hours have been less consistent. Never downright bad, they seldom measured up to his com- mercial radio band. Finally, this summer, Dick assembled the best one of his career. Finding exactly the musicians vou want is largely a matter of luck—and this time luck was with Dick whole-heartedly. IF you have been getting around the saloons lately, you probably have run across evidence of Fred Waring's new business activity. Fred is the financier and chief of a company manufacturing and selling a new type of mixer for drinks, food, or anything you have a mind to toss in. Fred came across the inventor, added a touch or two of his own, dug down in the sock for dough, and the company was launched. If someone drops into the Waring office, Fred is more than likely to put by all work and sit down to demonstrate the mixer with the delighted spirit of a boy trying a new toy train. Incidentally, Fred ends his year's absence from radio this fall and comes back with a new commercial program — salary announced as $10,000 a week, which should be ample to see the mixer company through many a de- pression. THIS Norman Frescott, who took Fred Allen's place for the summer, comes straight from vaudeville, where he made a handsome living for twenty years as a mind reader. He used to make a great secret about his amaz- ing talent for sitting, blindfolded, and divining the num- bers on a watch, dollar bill, etc., or telling odd facts about members of the audience. With vaudeville gone now, the mind reading profession has slipped into his past and he speaks about it more freely in a reminiscent mood. The mind reader's chatty partner used to walk up and down the theatre aisles, ask- ing impossible feats of divination of the maestro—but all the while telling him the answers in an elaborate code that ran through the assistant's ban- (Continued on page 72)