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ENTERTAINING
Looking for entertainment ?
Then gather around, and we’ll rup
over some of the best in recorded
music. Have you heard Will Brad
ley’s latest contribution to boogie
woogie? It’S called “Rock-a-bye the
Boogie”, and features the voice of
Ray McKinley. “Scramble Two”, on
the Other side, is a typical swing
number. Russ Morgan’s record,
“The Night Has a Thousand Eyes”,
virith “It’s Eight O’clock” on the
other side, is one of his best. The
latter song is a tune copied from
the Lucky Strike one-minute tran
scriptions used to announce the
time on the radio. “Falling Leaves”
by Glenn Miller is sung by Ray
Eberle, featuring the typical Miller
arrangements. On the reverse side
is “Beat Me Daddy” (eight to the
bar) sung by Jack Lothrop, the
guitarist. Another record by Amer
ica’s No. 1 arranger is “ A Handful
of Stars”. For all Glenn Miller
fans, this is a “must”.
From the modern dance band
tempo; we go to the more serious
music of the symphony orchestras.
From Victor has come an album of
music that should be in every home.
It is called “The Heart of the Sym
phony” and features eight move
ments of eight different symphon
ies by Tschaikowsky. Decca has re
leased an album of the William Tell
overtures, as played by the Detroit
Symphony Orchestra. The overture
is very popular, and for those who
want a familar piece of good music,
this album is a good purchase.
In spite of the ASCAP-B. M. I.
feud, the radio is still a source of
musical entertainment. Tommy
Dorsey fans can now hear him on
his own radio program called
“Fame and Fortune”, on WJZ at
8:30 o’clock every Thursday night.
If you think you have the inspir
ation and the ability to write a
popular song, now is your chance.
Tommy Dorsey is holding a song
writing contest every week. If your
Song is good enough, you will re
ceive $lOO.OO in advance royalties,
plus a publisher’s contract. See A 1
George for further details. Inci
dentally, there are second and third
prizes of $25 each. Tommy features
Frank Sivatin, Connie Haynes, and
the Pied Pipers as soloists, along
with some of his finest arrange
ments. D. W.
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HAZLETON DINER
Always The Best
HAZLETON COLLEGIAN
IN PRINT
THE GIRL
It was in the spring of 1930, fol
lowing the stock market crash,
when I was '‘graduated from a
school of pharmacy. I started on
the hopeless task of looking for a
job, and trudged the streets for
months before I was finally hired
by the owner of a drug store, an
old man, tired after a life-long in
businees. He had allowed the bus
iness to run down, and I found
great pleasure and valuable exper
ience in trying to lift the store to
a higher level. Soon I was left in
complete charge, and it was very
seldom that the owner came in.
Two years passed, and the solid
security of the place held me.
Looking at it now, I can see that I
had lost all ambition and was con
tent to sit smugly back and let the
world go by without me.
It was an evening in late fall,
and I was just waiting for the clos
ing hour. It was nine o’clock in the
evening when I heard the outside
door open. I was in the back room
at the time, and I went behind the
counter and looked at the customer
who had just entered.
It was a pretty young girl,
eighteen years old. She was of the
delicate sort, fragile, like a white
china doll. I was afraid to speak,
afraid to break the illusion of her
presence. I didn’t have to; she
spoke first, and that voice will pre
serve my illusion through eternity.
It was soft like a breath.
“I want a bottle of iodine”, she
said.
The words didn’t matter. Her
voice would have given melody to
filth. The iodine was at arm’s len
gth, and I reached for it mechan
ically. I started to wrap the bottle,
but she interrupted.
“How much ? ”
I told her the price. She started
to dig into her purse and finally put
a lone dime on the counter.
“Thank you,” I said, but I doubt
whether she heard me. At least she
made no response. The iodine
clutched in her hand, she walked
toward the telephone booth. She
went inside and I waited for the
cling of the coin as it rattled into
the box. I didn’t hear any sound, so
I moved my position until I could
see her through the glass window.
The receiver Was on the hook and
I could see that she didn’t intend
to use the phone. She was sitting
on the small seat in the booth and
had a wispy handkerchief in her
hand. She was crying.
The girl was still holding the
bottle of iodine in her hand. When
I saw her bring it to her lips, I ran
to the door and pushed it open. I
was just in time to knock the bottle
from her hand.
first she stared at me, bewil-
dered, not knowing What had hap
pened. Then she burst into a fit of
crying. I took her by the arm and
led her from the booth. She was
small and delicate as she stood
there, sobs racking her body. I
realized that we Were standing in
plain view of people passing out
side. I took her into the back room
which I used aS a laboratory, mixed
a sedative and gave it to her to
drink. She didn’t want it and shook
her head in refusal, but I insisted
and she finally lifted the glass to
her lips and drank.
“How do you feel?” I ventured
’to speak.
The girl looked up but didn’t an
swer. I stood looking at her, won
dering what had driven this lovely
; person to the point of taking her
life. I turned many ideas over in
my mind. Then I Went to the foun
tain and prepared a malted and a
Sandwich. I brought the food over
to her, and she started to eat as if
it were the first mouthful she had
eaten in days. When she finished,
she leaned back and a faint smile
played on her features.
“Thanks, that was good.”
I said nothing. I was Curious to
know all about her, but I didn’t
want to pry. I wanted her to tell
me, to take me into her confidence
and create some small tie between
us.
She rose from the stool and
moved toward the door.
“I think I'll go now,” she said.
Something inside me fell when I
saw her about to remove herself
from my life. She swayed slightly
and I took advantage of this to
have her sit down again. I went to
the telephone booth, picked up the
bottle of iodine from the floor and
corked it. Then I went back to the
store.
“You must never try such a thing
again,” I said.
“Do you think I wanted to do
it?” she asked.
We spoke together for several
hours, which passed like moments
as I drahkin every syllable. It may
sound like fiction, love in one even
ing, but it was true. There were
qualities, the girl herself, that left
me no doubt.
“Have you any place to go?’’ I
asked.
I saw her stiffen as she prepared
for a proposition. A hopeless stare
in her eyes made me feel that she
would have accepted, that she was
too tired to fight on any longer.
“Here is some money,” I told her,
pressing some bills in her hand.
“Take it' and go to a hotel. You’ll
feel a lot better after you’ve had
a good night’s sleep. Then come
back, and we’ll see what we can
do.”
Continued on Page 6
January, 1941
CENTERING
AROUND
According to the reports from
students who have visited the Du-
Bois Center, the D. U . C. has in
stituted a merit system for stu
dents who are scholastically “all
there.” The students who achieve
academic laurels are amply reward
ed, and from many a watch-chain
and bracelet dangle gleaming me
dals for such scholastic endeavors.
The Art Exhibition that we have
been viewing here has also been
seen at other Centers. Altoona and
Dußois first interchanged the
paintings and the prints and then
Hazleton and Pottsville, did the
same.
At the Schuylkill Center, the
twenty prints were shown under
the direction of Mr. J. Y. Roy,
while here, as most of us know, the
leeturs given at the exhibition by
Mr. Isenberg was a definite suc
cess. Those of the students who
have viewed the many paintings
and prints have gotten an insight
on modern art, its appreciation, and
its application.
It is of noteworthy interest to
glance at the social calendar of one
of the other Centers and see what
goes on there. At the Altoona Cen
ter the girls had an unusual treat
when they attended a jewelry style
show at which they saw beautiful
pieces of jewelry, novel and dress
bracelets, rings necklaces, and pins.
Besides this we hear that teas are
quite the rage out there. And of
course this brings to mind the suc
cessful tea the girls of Hazleton
held for the male students.
They say that the Altoona Cen
ter has organized a school band
which they hope will be good
enough to boost the morale of their
basketball team at the home games.
This might be , a hint for our ; own
Center orchestra to do something
besides making noise in room 1.
ACE
PHARMACY
39 N. Wyoming Street
Phone 1071 Hazleton, Pa.
E. L. H.