Radio stars (May 1933)

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RADIO STARS HAVE YOU HEARD? Our cameraman had no trouble catching Fred Allen, Grade Allen and George Burns in a cuckoo moment. Mr. Jack Pearl: Honorable: With deep affection I corre- spondence with you. Your radio speak very, very ridicule. Missus and I, myself laughter with hands hold sides from split. Very, very ridicule. The honorable Charles very, very good, too. Missus like him loads whiph making me very, very zealous. All very funny. Much best of luck. Sincerely, Walter T. Wong, Esq. The epistle now hangs on the Mun- chausen wall, suitably framed and pre- serving for Jack to exhibition by his honorable grandchildren. words were passed from one to the other, re-heated and passed right back again. In the end, rumor has it, La Etting unpacked her bag and wired Chevalier to find another leading voom-voom. Which is just too bad, a lot of chappies think, be- cause those Ruthie-toot-toot tones and curves opposite the famous Hapsburg ip would make a riot of a movie. This, that, and the other last-minute news and tid-bits picked up- in and SO-OO-OO-OO - oo - oo solitary scribbling on I AMES CANNON tells a whimsey about Edna St. Vincent Millay's last—and first—broadcast. She no- ticed that there were two black box microphones on the broadcasting desk. "Do I speak into two of these?" she inquired. "Yes," someone explained, "in case one of them breaks down." "Oh," she said, "but what if I break down? There's only one of me." DUTH ETTING was all packed up to go to Hollywood the other day to play the leading role opposite Maurice Chevalier in a Paramount talkie. But she didn't go. Chesterfield ciggies, for which the lady chants her torch songs, wanted her in New York. For a while, heated around the broad- casting studios was the a letter picked up the other day by a Cleve- land mailman. He took it to his Post Office and a conference was held. Next day, that letter was delivered to the New York address of one of our foremost radio cut-ups. The writer wanted a picture of Ed Wynn. DON CARNEY is putting dogs on the air. His program is a series of "Dog Chats" and if you're a pooch- owner you ought to tune in. Uncle Don, under the sponsorship of Spratt's, will tell just what ails your purp and how to make a hot nose cold. Sounds like a bow-wow of an idea. THEY do say that Al Jolson and Kate Smith are feud- ' ing. One of the swellest songs in Kate's new picture. "Hello, Everybody," is titled, "Pickaninny Heaven." When Kate planned to put it on a program the other day, she discovered that Al had already sung it. So Kate burned. And now the greatest he-and-she singers in the business are sticking out tongues and pouting. 'Stoo bad, 'stoo bad, says Filbert the office flea. No song is that important. Why can't both these warblers sing it, anyway? 5