Show X TKIBALT tAKK TRIBUNE JULY 29 1934 SUN vDA YrMORNINO 3 A SHORT STORIES I Helena Randall her fingers touching th doorbell hesitated for a moment before ringing and then drew back Now that she was here she was afraid to enter The lorig spray of white flowers on the door stirring a little in the chill March wind seemed a barrier shutting her out That door had never opened for her while Philip was alive why open now that he lay dead on the other side? Chilled with a sudden fear she drew her long coat closer around her Gay laughing Philip had nothing to do with death She would go away Turning she descended the step and crossing the street to a little park opposite sat down on one of the benches In spite of the cold wind there was a feeling of spring The grass showed green beneath the brown golden crocuses sheltered a in bloomed spot there Violets! violets of blue was the How they quickened memory! Violets bloom at the The path that woods “They are usually large ladips with gray hair who give teas for poets Try something else” She flushes a little “I had read your poems so I wore a blue and silver dress You know 'blue and silver night' ” “ 'And scarlet day’ ” he adds “I suppose you also wore a touch of edge ns query large lady with gray she explains His eyes twinkle ‘“A Is ‘ ' “Sentimpntalist!" you like” “But your poetry isn't sentimental” sTTFlsays puzzled1TIt‘s strong and virile' like Bach” His eyes cloud “Perhaps that’s why I like the sweet seductive mus(c One has weak moments you know” She laughs happily It is good to be young and to walk In the ralit with a poet ago it all seemed 'was dead Once mote she was shaken by the uncontrollable passionate urge to see him again To touch his How tone t what Bach1 I remember you did” “Yes I still dislike Bach He Is too austere too cold I like Saint-Saeand those Italian things" y His ' you play some for me1” “I’ll love to Do you still dislike “If a long Youth! Now he hair” O O McINTYRE GIVE- SSome Reasons for the Dying Theater— Discusses I e In a book of Claude Bragdon's the Other evening I found a corking seimon In the proverbial nutshell It read' “Once there were two little balls living together m a fine mahogany box one of them was made of solid gold and the olhfr of wood gilded to look like gold The gilded one w'as rarefullv folded in cotton wool and kept itself perfectly quiet m one rorner while the gold ba'l rolled around tust as jt pleased The gdded ball scandalized by such behavior said to the gold ball ‘Why do like that? How can you be jou carry ohYou'll rub it off!’ To which so wicked? the gold ball answered: ‘Rub what off?’ ” ' My chauffeur has curious interest in a sirening police car flashing by If he can be trails And exciting moments have resulted Once we beat the ambulance to a triple sidewalk shooting in the East Eighties Another time saw a crowd of police invade a rooming house for a seven-foo- t giant who refused to depart A little boy in the neighborhood said 'TU bring him He's my pal” He went upslans and soon eame down with the giant holding to his hand The 'guilt looked at the crowd sheepish!' bowed to the police and with hi? little bo fi lend Matted toward a neighboring soda stand Mu h rrnl pnanp jentenc it v aq fnr Wtft cd on th banker Joseph W Harrimaa That thour sands of letters poured in asking sympathy struck me as concealing an African m the woodpile Everybody felt sorry for his family especially Mrs Harriman a brave loyal and deaf old lady who did not deserve her sorrow' But Harriman in my opinion was a tricky autocratic banker ruthless when on top and a white-live- i ed buck passer sniveling when caught with the goods AH Ihe sympathy should go to the trusting men and women many now penniless who were ruined by a man who sought only to save his own fare Alt like 1o see justice tempered wuth mercy out Ham-madeserves at least the four and a half years tn a cpII to which he was sentenced If he gels out bv some technicality it will be a blow to justice to do From a volume called “The Fancies of Fact’’ to which my grandmother oftqn turned for relaxation around the parlor lrmp I found this: "Estimate the yard of gold at 2 000000 pounds which it is in lound numbers dnd all the gold ii the woild might if melted tnlo ingots be con 11 i d in a (elLr 24 liet squat e and lit l"el h g!i All the boa t"d vcailh alre--fiobtained from California and A' straits would go mm a safe tune fee ' square and nine feel hich Mr Naught “Just off the press darling” he explains “We will read it together later” She turns the pages idlv glancing at the lines here and there “If I ever last you sweet I wonder if I still should sing" “You mean me don’t you Philip1” she asks There is a moment’s hesitation - Meaningless worris- - Itow can he be married when they love each other? When his love means life to her? Uncomprehending 'she hears his passionate pleading: "I love you dear Don’t you understand? I need you Nothing else matters Only you and I matter” The fragrance is gone from the garden only black shadows everywhere Kisses on her hands her hair How strange to kis her hair Tears against her face and then her own tears come and she lifts h- -r lips for Ins kisses Ten vrais ape' Yeaix of truing and giving - tears and laiiclitot days of lonely waiting forgotten in ss r GETS-- - WILL ROGERS Almost Sentimental as He Writes About Eating From the Tail End of a ‘Chuck Wagon dear” The waiter brings cocktails “When are you going to write a love song for me?" “All my love songs are for you” “But “Are they?” she queries I want thev eould be for anyone one that could be only for me Not In a book Just on a sheet of pa- per” across the table He leans By WILL ROGERS Well an I knovv is just what 1 read in Ihe papers or what I see hither and yon had a funny kind of a trip here two nr three weeks ago My younger kid Jimmy5arid mv little nephew' Jimmy Blake were over in the panhandle of Texas on the Mashed O Ranch learning to be cowboys They were having a big calf brandThe ranch being long to the Italsell Kamil'old family fi lends of my folks and mvsrlf Its where I weni a couple of years ago and was toping ralves and an Witi Rogers old mg bpadrd grey horse I was riding got langted in the rope and the calf and I was just an innocent bvstander And all I got out of it was bucked off'on my bead Un account of using good judgement in knowing to fall why I wasent hurt at all The old horse stampeded arouncl Ihe cor-- ' ral with the calf anchored to him and 1 - and-kisse- s her Some day I'll bring you one? They linger over the table emoy-In- g the play f light on thp r(ver the sound of lilting voices LauRh-tp- r in their eves laughter in their hearts Helena picks up the bonk again She turns to (he title page "Aftermath a Collection of Love Songs by P Gregory” she says suddenly ‘Thilip’’ "why do you always sign your name P Gregory?” Startled he raises his eyes then drops” them quickly T like it that ' yav handre-ti- v “But it’s- - jtiift- like vour name” she persists “P Greg' Why not Philip Gregory? ory ‘ - - No answer Only a red color stains his cheeks She puts out her hand “Philip darling I'm sorry” There is no more laughter only bitter defeat in tbe eyes he raises to her "Philip!" she cries “More eoffe$ madame1” It is the waller again The moment passes but they do not read the book together - -- not rome lo her again snri only yesterday he dmd With a weary gesture she pushed aside the veil from her face and "began Id tducITher lips with color tn the tiny mirror her pale gold hair was silvery her blue eyes dark with unshed tears “Blue and sliver and a touch of scarlet” The voice though low and sweet she Confused startled Heleiia looked up The woman before her was large and plain and old Helena thought that she must be Then her heart pearly 60 Philip had been- old too Only her own vivid youth had mide ’ con-trad- ed - him seom young I am Mrs Gregory' the voice continued d ‘I am Helena Randrfll" she a little then wrnt on brap-l- v ' I am Philips—" “Yes I know" the woman inter- - I was just sciatching old cut off ear marks and other amputated pails out of my hair Ah old 'dry cowpuncher wasent) (and I never saw many-tha- t said “Well you will sho have something to write about now" He figured heie is a day when he will lay off the Republicans and tell something amusing Well this time- I flew out there one pighl Flew all inghl and" gnt to four nrlork in the rooming I'S about inn rmle to the isnrh do- n at a ! suppose iM ‘ down rawed Mide-hocome from 'he name an old Spanu'h jind foots his on (Well 1 mule wear? a thing fflerF” a ahdliT'ouT taxi got in wasent much time to sleep so I told the old boy “Lets get sonje breakfast and then hit on out of town " I dident know the road but I did know the direction We went by the restaurant to get ham and eggs for out West everything you do you must get ham and eggs first Then when you get it done you get ham and eggs again An old girl and her beau perhaps I eating in there too about 4 30 that morning she reiogrnzed me She had on an evening dre-- s fhjt might Lie (Or an evening die-- - in Ammlli She w lilted p e to jom hei in hat he u a a up nf rolfrr That had omr 'old h m thing m I' hji doing had ordered m'Bhlv v rl’ on i rnif-- r that had nothing but grounds in U But the swoie sh was drinking “Coffea' Ama-riltfO- He did ena1'' - atage-btisine- traditions before he answers “Why yes certainly Helena ” "But you won't slop singing Philip1" “Of course not Pont be foolish care Helena1 She laughs softly “Foolish dear one I love you Isn't that enough? We can go tomorrow” “Tonight dearest" he pleads “But Philip” she says puzzled a little "mother will 'wgrit to sep me married We can be married erirlv in the morning and then go Please Philip" A flat voice answers 'Don’t you know I am already married Hel- s and movie celcbntics m Earl Benhams reception rooms Benham once of the stage and screen conducts a tailoring establishment which as a rendezvous compares to the leading barbershop in the small town Benham and Raymond Hitchcock married sisters d plate mind” g Thers'i usually asprinkle of stasa candle-lighte- repre- sent the exception this nairowr sort truth is what is called fact Facts-mabe wholly untiuo to the generality of life while actually true In and of themselves In fiction it Is the whole fh generality of life that is presented Following upon this reasoning when a series of events are presented that are untrue to life and when these event show the inimoial art as pleasant and profitable or vice versa the moral one a? riisagieeable and ndiculous the fiction thus produced i"s immoral If the series of events is true to life no matter how unlikable any conclusions to be drawn may be that fiction is alwave moral for truth is the very acid test of morality and cuts like acid Verisimilitude is always moral In a recent film “Ohly Yesterday" the man m a liaison lsjnade to be always happv as far as sex relations go and the guilty W'oman Is made to be That is the general rule tt unhappy tt Is moral and the Therefore is tine film is moral in that particular But in another part of the film the woman after ‘ien years of suffering having a beautiful boy in her care from the first offense Is shown as having another affair and while she is perfectly sober Thai is cnplraiy to the generality of life - the wofnan usually learns from the first bitter experience — end the story Is untrue in this point consequently tn -4hi much immoral It seems to the reader that the storv here 'printed is in the main moral because true in the main but that it Is In one or two false presentations slightly' immoral Again it is necessary to call attention to the interpolation of This story could have been much improved by it All of our writers need to study the All stage paragraphing of dialogue business and authorial statement referring to the speaker of a certain portion should be paragraphed with that portion Another thing: If a piece of dialogue is broken by stage directions Into two parts the second begins with a capital and quotes unless It la a detached and integral part of sentence in the first part when there should be a lower case letter usedi - FDITOR'S NOTE This stoiv bungs up two very Interesting questipns relative to the writing of fiction and it will be just as well that they be settled now The fust is the question of vei Mmilitude in ihe action of Mis Gregory in the la't' scene Truth to life means truth to the average of life The question alwavs is "What would most people do in ths situation?” Mrs Gregory has knowp for years of the liaison of her husband with Miss Randall The husband dies and Miss Randall appears asking to' see his body in the house of mournmg There are conventions tabus all violated by this visit 'Would Mrs Gregory take kindly to the call1 Under such circumstances and amid such surroundings including the intru- - balcony a table overlooking the river below a group of singers with guitars sweet reedy tenors throaty baritones Philip listening entranced to their senti mental songs A book lies beside her A Wtftt-dertng- lv No sofiety event since the Harry Lehr nonkey dinner so inspired a three-rincircus hoopla journalistically as the French mar-- ' John Jacob Astor-Elleriage The columnists and most Of the society scribbleis "clowned it up And now the at fa ip is receiving satirical swipes from the glossy magazines The - “Indian gift” $tOdfflnn Mhg'trt another sweetheart the bitter quai rel wulh her family public cabals and absurd papa m law of apnlogips the pugili-li- e Astoi and sundry gave th mess a deliriously comic air And was a pushover for the burlesquers IncJ —— — “Care1” Her voice breaks Suddenly she is in hfs arms his kisses on her lips "Won't you Come With me dear1” he cries “I lovp you love you I have never loved anyone else Joy catches her votep and for a moment she cannot speak “Don't you love me Helena1” Then she answers simply “I love you Philip” "Will you come with me to New York?” “Of course I’ll come” He holds her closer Helena “Then come tonight There’s a train at midnight and we n go on that I’m afraid to wait" “Afraid "to" waft?she askS “Afraid of what Philip1" "That you may change your A doctor tells me that on nights of conspicuous electrocutions at Sing- - Sing most of the nervous patients go into a jitter from sundown on and must be dqsed wtth serial ives Neurotics gneza upon something horrible such as that and wilt not let go (Copyitght 1914 Syndicate about the room pausing at length before the bowl of roses She trembled with a little sigh for a book lay beside the flowers "After-mat- h a Collection of Love Songs by heart she repeats With fear-tor- n "Leave for New York in the ntorn-in- g no-ru- work slowly the morning” A penitentiary prisonei ' in Anona writes that his onlv happiness is in a constantly recurrent riieam He is a baseball pitcher m a game That isno runs until he steps to the bat a? the last batsman in the second half of the" ninth inning And Invariably he' clouts a home run and wins the game Philip's Onee he had said Would you believe It Helena1 Once I tried to paint I dreamed of being a great artLst but I just couldnt get my dreams into lines and color So I ” put them Into words Wolds' Such words rich vivid tender and sparkling somber with sorrow or weighted wuth passion Words that proclaimed the flame of genius Slie put out her hand and touched the picture "Little boy groping for the light” she said The restlessness was returning She eould not stay still but walked The garden lies empty and quiet in the moonlight little patches of silver blue shadows the fragrance of roses that was like a song Lovely to wait here in the garden for Philip His step his voice! “Sorry to be late Helena I had an important message from home I'll have to leave for New York in n v'him-wham- It was -4 not truth to life for it may Into the older woman's fare “I hardly know Only bnce Philip promised to write a poem for me I thought - Terhaps you will find it some day” “I have already found it" Mrs Gregory said A glad ery escaped Helena “Then he did not forget'” From a desk Mrs Gregory Brought some papers and placed them in the girl's hands “To Helena ” There it w'as in the Her poem beloved hand-writin- g the one real gift of his love for her She lead It swiftly then again slowly She read It ov'er yet agaip and the sheets dropped from her hands as she raised stnekeneyes to the' older woman "'A bleak little smile of pity touched Mrs Gregory's lips She took the girl's hands In hers “My dear" she said “because I loved There was Philip I understand never anyone else in the world for me too you see To him I gave all I had love wealth service but it was not enough fake a Jit tie boy crying for the moon he cried for fame In the end because he was weak and I loved him I gave him —the finin' lie n a veil My name Phyllis The poems are mine' doorway “Mis Gregory will be down in a moment Miss Randall” On thp 'wall near her hung a water color She rose to inspect it more closely Immature as a young boy would paint She wondered if ” ” “Will you me1-- ' Helena hesitated What could she Love! Bankers Books and Personalities incon-iteratio- moments of ecstasy ‘Courage for his daiker moods pride in his achievements and through it all the miracle of his love “- - “What name shall I (ell Mrs Gregory?” the man asked Mrs Gregory? Of course— Philip's wife In the wild passion of grief that brought her here she had forgotten Philip's wife “Your name miss1” Her trembling hands managed to find a visiting card “Will you wait in here1” he said It was a beautiful room cool gray walls and a wide fireplace with Iridescent blue tiles She glimpsed silver curtains books a bit of scarlet porcelain roses In S' blue bowl A wan smUe touched her TtpS'r "TfSTS 'bundl'd her Philip1 colors silver apd scarlet and blue It was more than a beautiful room it was a peaceful one and consome of Its peace stole lnto-he- r sciousness and quieted her tortured nerves She could wait quietly now with folded hands It was very still in the house but not with an opsomewhere in pressive stillness for was a the house child singing She wondeTed if it could be Philip's child He had never spoken of a but then he had never child spoken of his wdfe either except once long ago at the beginning “She is good and kind Helena ’’ But we married too young I didn t love what understand really meant By 0 O M 'INTYRE A former doyen of the Rialto wise to Its ways tells me he doubts there will be 12 legitimate plays of value the coming season He is firm in his belief the next few years will see picking at the coverlet only Five years he thinks will reveal a corpse There should be tears "for the legitimate theater as most of us loved it o But there is scarcely a sigh The theater brought on its own death more than any other industry that has lost ns wallop The facts are simple The public that was faithful became fed up with and when the talkies began to be a potent force in entertaining thev deserted No one who has watched the New York theater as I have for IS years ran bftme them A hit show meant immediate rudeness the triple prices for good seals and ushers that responded with discourtesy The producers permitted these laxities The public stood for them for more years than one would ever imagine Every dramatic writer has time and again -- warned producers publicly and privately what was happening but all were deaf The talkies have proved that drama comedy etc are not for the theater alcmeand have even gone the t musical extravaganzas one better I am one who hopes the patient mav be saved and I believe it is possible But “ tMTfgatiheht must be drastic The first1" step is a simple one — it consists in being pleasant to patrons The next Alep is to see that they are not robbed by ticket agency gypping u-p lutely crossed the street swiftly and mounting the steps rang the bell The door was opened almost a man stood there immediately She thought' her regarding "He has been watching mo” Then she spoke breathlessly “I— I am a very dear friend I came to see—” Bowing slightly he stepped aside for her to enter She stood awkwardly within not knowing quite “I do” “Thank you I am wet But per haps you aren't going my way” ' she smiles back “Your-wais mine I have no especial way to go I am only walking in the rain” I like it”‘ “So do I" “May I Introduce myself?” he asks her “I am Philip Gregory” “I know I met you once at a tea” “Delightful What tea?” Lynton's” Lynton?” 'f't’eteg'Ti'eF " “Will rather wet” City (Free Lance) hand his lips Without that last communion she could not go on She could not face the emptiness of her life It seemed as though i will stronger than her own was You liked my music” A light of recognition dances in his eyes “Of course! I member now But ” your name escapes "Helena Randall” “Helena a lovely name” he says “and now being properly introduced will you walk with me?” straggles ANTOINETTE LAMBOURNE IOWLER Salt Lake -- back to town boasts of a border of buttercups Warm spring rain hurries her feet along and she collides with a man under an umbrella “I beg your pardon1” A remembered voice She looks up It is Philip Gregory the poet! "Oh!” 'she says with a little breathless catch in her voice "Will you share my umbrella?" he asks smiling “You seem to be ‘‘Mrs “Mrs By lon on her privacy and her grief what would the average woman dot What would a very large majority almost all women do? Just what would you do in your very own REAL life Mrs F ? The editor quite doubts your last scene it dofs not seem true The woman's calling seems all right it la the tieatment she gets that rings falsa In part the first question brings up the second Is this really a moral story? Fiction has no dealings with questions of morality only in that Lotion MUST be true to life Truth to UTi is morgtttyr that is truth to the “I have known all along are the girl Philip loved" “You don't hate me?” Helena’s voice held wonder “At first perhaps but not now” was the calm answer “Philip loved beauty and I was always rather ugly I think perhaps that Is why he couldn't love me But I never begrudged him his happiness” The voice broke a little as she asked “What did you want of You AFTERMATH “Most women do I mean the young ones” They both laugh of This Section rupted scarlet” “I did Shouldn't I?” "Of course” They walk along He whistles a merry tune and she glancing up flt him thinks: "He's Just my ideal of a poet— tall and slim and his skin golden from the sunshine crisp auburn curls” He catches her glance and laughs “Will I pass1” Then more seriousy lovely music?” ly “Do you still-pla- By Writers of e ' ( v -- -d I I Royal" That sodnded awful “Continental” to be browsing around in Amarillo Why even "Old Tack” never heard of that Well anyhow she got plum sore at me because I wouldent join her And ' when I said "Good Morning’ as mv duver and me went out she turned her bare back on' me and muttered “Them fclor4 are alt alike they are all swell headpd thals what 1 Bpt f°r speaking to a ham He dident know a lady when he seen one " Well as it got to getting daylight and we passed all those little frame farm houses on every prairie quarter section ( w'here it nevpr in the world should have been plowed up) I never saw a many fowls of various breeds try to cross the road ahead of ns Chickens tinkevs guinfa hen? Thus old driver bm looked like he took fiendLh delight m Irving to maim ?ome of em but much to my delight he couldent reach any of emWe "was driving ovei? Country wheie 36 yeais befoie as a boy 18 year old I had helped drive a bunch of cat- tie" frornTbar very place' 15 WcsWfff Kansas and there wasent a house or a nhicken m a wbqjepounly That plflm- iwas the prettiest countiy I ever saw in mv life as flat as a beauty contest winners stomach and’ piame lakes scattered all over it And mirages! You could see anything in the world— just ahead of you— I eat out of a chuck wagon and slept on thf giound alt that spring and summer of 98 "(Lot of folks went to th Klondike baU rmrilmt Kp! W fvptBp5 aw av f om mv home in the Indian Terri-lo- t than Trxa ) The limit of mv “Pay Pol "was— ( think 30 dollars a (ponth Well I was 3fiyears later driving out to a ranch to eat a another "Chuck Wagon” and do a little roping A good deal hsdhppwed to everybody in 3 -v ears No more happens to one person than to another Some look bigger but ‘ they are no bigger than the things that look little that happens to the other fellow No greater no happier life in th world than the cattle man He missed being with the Follies but sp did I miss many and many a great meal from the tail end of a wagon That coffee is not ‘Coffee Royal” but brother it? v ’ ie coffee Now none of Ihi? aint what I started out lo - IV o 1 vv ill hav r to sfv (hat next m a min week I would gr( piitime-ita- l lilc if kept on ! 4 (Copy 1934 by the McNaugM Syndicate lac)" tight A |