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Radio stars (Oct 1934-Sept 1935)

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RADIO STARS (Continued To his amazement, he saw his host eckoning him aside. They talked. Daly >ld once. more of his thwarted ambitions, .s in a dream he heard himself being Ifered an editorial position ! Here was success, at last. Success, indeed ! In fact, for four years was so brilliant that the failure that pllowed it was doubly bitter. It wouldn't i to dwell on the fascinating tales of his scovery of such famous authors as Edna erber, nor his working side by side with inclair Lewis. For this is the story of aly's gallant battle with failure. .This time it was not his fault. Padewski was the innocent cause of that Lmfall. The great pianist had heard ill conduct at a concert in the home of friend. At Paderewski's suggestion, he >.ve up his editorial position to seek and id the place of musical director of the liladelphia Opera Company. And it wasn't his fault that the World I'ar should start in Europe just then ! fjt his fault that so many members of j company were interned in Austria and ■rmany that the season for which he had ien engaged, was cancelled ! Broken-hearted, Bill Daly returned to i:w York. He was no longer the welljown, respected editor. Only his music is left to him. In a short time he bene just another of the unknowns who unt Tin Pan Alley. He wandered in i,i out of music publishing houses. He reived a few dollars for orchestrating e, rebuffs there. He was starving I lin. ,"n one music publishing house where he II been sitting dreary hours waiting for •ne kind, any kind of work, he met a ; ing upstart by the name of George Irshwin, a fellow who had some crazy ias about modern music. Bill had some ias, too. In the misery of their poverty ;il the ecstasy of their musical ideas, they srved along together. But Bill was 1 mded by the realization that at nearly trty, he was no farther along than was ( >rge at twenty. 'hat was Daly, the failure ! Vhat he did not know was that, penniK though he was, William Daly had be from page 97) gun to find himself. The next year, Charles Dillingham, the producer, heard of Daly's work and engaged him to write and conduct the music of the show, "Hands Up," the presentation in which Will Rogers made his first hit. Look at the Daly of today . . . In the audience of Radio City's greatest studio, you sit and look up at the semicircular stage, and watch the man who is emerging from behind the great screens which hide the stage exit to the dressingrooms. He is a slender man of medium stature, with tousled hair, sagging shoulders, a head drooping in apparent contemplation of the platform steps up which he is climbing. He looks like a tired schoolteacher— until you catch the fire in his eyes ! He steps up on to the conductor's stand before the orchestra which faces the audiences. He raises his baton. Violins leap to chins, brasses and woodwinds to lips. The baton swoops down. Music surges through the studio — full, strong, inspired. No longer is he a meek little man. He is a dynamo of energy. His body darts to the right, to the left; his arms wave frenziedly. His long hair is the triumphant plume on the casque of a dauntless soldier. Where is the quiet, unassuming fellow of a moment ago ? Gone ! So has gone forever, the William Merrigan Daly, the failure. Here is the man who has found himself and the genius that so long lay slumbering in him. William Merrigan Daly can be heard on Monday evenings at 8:30 p. m.. 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My teachers taught me how toinake my voice obey my will, how to s>1 well even when I didn't feel like it." What is even more amazing about this meeting is that Frank and Dorothy never had been close friends. They had played together on Broadway in "No Other Girl." Had known each other only casually. Dorothy had done a specialty number in this show while Frank, a new recruit in the theatre, had been in the chorus. Meeting, however, it was as if they had said goodbye to each other only the day before. It was as if they had been waiting, marking time all through the years, until they should meet again. "I don't pretend to understand it," Frank will tell you. "I only know how it was. There was a bond. I've known other people for years, seen them almost every day, and never felt so close to them. (Continued on page 101) Doctor Finds BLACKHEADS GO in as little as 3 DAYS BLACKHEADS are caused by clogged pores. Clear them quickly with Ambrosia, the poredeep liquid cleanser. 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