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Show Who's News This Week By Delos Wheeler Lovelace Consolidated Features. WNU Release. XTEW YORK. In those days De-troit, De-troit, Mich4, was full of easy money. At the Central Drug store a boy from Cass high in short pants, Stephen Foster of UpUl$2.5o1Ca This Era Sticks week just rrr- iai j for deliver- o His' Alexander' ing pre. scriptions -4 p. m. to 9 and every other Sunday oflt. Out of that he had to repair his bike, but usually he could manage a dime or a nickle, for the Empire theater. Marvelous movies, and a fat little singer named Brown! Brown sat on a piano long before Helen Morgan, and in 1911 he was forever singing Alexander's Ragtime Band. "Come on and hear! Come on and hear!" Irving Berlin, himself only 23 then, marked a whole high school generation with that enduring en-during song. Other songs of his marked other generations, and two wars.- And now "My British Brit-ish Buddy" is melodic quick silver sil-ver in London where Berlin's "This Is the Army" repeats its American success. Ever since he rose above the job of singing waiter, Berlin has composed com-posed in F sharp. That is a toughie, six black keys hard to pick out, and only two easy white fellows. But it hasn't lowered output of quality. And at 55, more nearly than any rival, he is the Stephen Foster of this day. Luckier than Foster, he is rich. Instead of the 33 cents his first song earned, each one now nets baskets full of hills. His first wife died after his first success, but for 17 pleasant years he has been married to Ellin, daughter of the late, rococo Clarence H. Mackay. They have three girls. He is a gloomy self-critic and his own list of his best 11 leaves out "Oh, How I Hate to Get Up in the Morning," and "God Bless America." Amer-ica." Cass high students of 1911 will be glad, however, to learn that it includes "Alexander." TF Hubert Scott-Paine had been a little quicker at blocking upper-cuts, upper-cuts, maybe the Nazis would be doing do-ing better these days on the Eng- . , lish channel. Turned Face Away Their E From Uppercuts to boats find Build Speedy Boats rough f j?s against the British MTBs and MGBs, all Scott-Paine-designed. And he turned to such work only after a boxing tour with a French circus convinced him he was in a business in which a man rose only to fall again. The turn, lucky for Britain, was made before the last war. 1 First off Scott-Paine designed aircraft and through the war years he layed the foundation of a fortune so sizeable that 15 years ago he could plan to loaf the rest of his born days. He had a wife, a son, three daughters daugh-ters to enjoy them. About then, however, he came upon a derelict Southampton shipyard, ship-yard, irresistible to a man who had always wanted to build a better marine ma-rine engine. He set to work with the help of various men, including one long-jawed fellow called Shaw. This was really the incredible Lawrence of Arabia. The Southampton yard after a time produced the fastest single-engined single-engined speedboat in the world. And in this war it sets the pattern pat-tern for those terrific little motor torpedo and gun boats flying the Union Jack under Nazi noses. There will be no second retirement retire-ment for Scott-Paine for a while. He isn't, of course, at retirement age even now. He is only 53. C1R HERBERT EMERSON, a near- ly perfect product of the British civil service, lays plans these days for cleaning up the polyglot mess i2 l n u" that Hitler is With Peace, His about to Task Is to Return leave in the 30 Millions Home Germa"y once hoped to make pure Nordic. That hope must be thin today, with 9.000,000 drafted alien laborers in the country coun-try and Germany's own sons dying in far-away battle. Sir Herbert heads up the Intergovernmental In-tergovernmental Committee on Refugees. When peace comes he will direct and attempt to shift as nearly as possible back to their own homes 30,000,000 men, women and children uprooted up-rooted by the war the Nazis forced upon Europe. This isn't a bureaucrat's job, but it is probably one for a man who knows all the ways of snipping bureaucracy's bu-reaucracy's red tape and on that count Emerson qualifies. He triumphed over the maze of civil service to become one of India's In-dia's chief administrators. He was Britain's top man in forested Bashahr, and again in fertile Mandi, and finally governor of all the Punjab Pun-jab with its five enriching rivers and its 30,000,000 or more souls. He has had his present post for nearly four years. About then he came over here to consult with Washington, and turned out to be medium tall, fairly heavy, with a direct quizzical ga?.e. and a trick of taking off his glasses and twiddling them as he talked. |
