Radio stars (June 1933)

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DOWN THE YEARS WITH EDDIE CANTOR ABOUT the time that Eddie Cantor hegan to find plenty ^ of money in his pockets, he also found that he couldn't say "no." He was with Ziegfeld now, a fixture in the Follies. He had become important. But every Saturday night, either backstage at the Follies, or in one of the hotels around Times Square, there was a quiet little crap game. Eddie couldn't say "no" to these crap games, although the dice said "no" to him, consistently. Worse still, he found he couldn't say "no" to the old neighbors from Eldridge Street, the fellow actors down on their luck, all the acquaintances from here and there in his busy life, who waited for him at the stage door with their hands out. Result : Eddie went home broke and Mrs. Cantor wondered how to pay the landlord. They were living in the Bronx, where Eddie's passion for wider and more open spaces had driven him. And Eddie was going to work in his car, just like a regular 22 actor. But he wasn't saving a nickel. The first two inmates of the Cantor Home for Girls, Marjorie and Natalie, had arrived. And Eddie, with a good salary, and no major dissipation except an occasional bout with the rolling cubes was well on the way to being, like many another actor, "a good fellow while he had it." A jolt of pleurisy in Chicago, which left him in hospital without funds, woke him up. He confessed his plight to a boyhood friend, Dan Lipsky, who had since become a banker. Lipsky showed him how, if he would live on so much and invest the rest, he could soon become a rich man. Cantor fell in with his proposal and was presently able to buy a modest home in Mount Vernon, thus accomplishing another move toward fulfillment of his dream of blue sky, without any noticeable dent in his fortunes. Meanwhile, at the New Amsterdam, he was making Cantor history. He worked in blackface still, using the