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Ihiilif Short Story
'lcky Square John Goes Hep'
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ILL-AT-FASF in this vrf of ab
*• nipt h armor icv Ivan Bonin
nevertheless did his level best to
in step.
Aftrr all. muAic is my>ic. and
there are many kinds, and if mod
ern* considered th.- stuff they
denigrated "boogie - woogie f * as
music a r d he, Ivan, had vvolun
'•rered to help out in a crisis, it
was hi* duty to be on his toes.
- Rut Ran was a clarinetist in a
'TttphenN orchestra. Kven his tn
'trum**nt serrrrii to protest at the
stranee. choppy. -trained noises ho
wa* bringing out if it.
Ran loved his music. Me was
k „.rncu« in the hope that perhaps
qA rmght become a duector in
11 me. or at least a composer of
note av he spent all the time be
rould spare making little dots on
lines and seeing in the magnifi
< ept. harmonic compositions w hich.
perhaps the world would listen to
-o*ue day.
And here he found himself with
half dozen "eats” a« he learned
•hese musicians were called, sit
ing in the pit of a motion picture
theater which also carried a stage
show as part of its program.
Jimmie O-onrov. a loot her to
or»o of Ivan * fellow musicians in
the eirehestra was the leader ol
this little group which prided it
self on what Ivan already had
learner!, was “riilly”— that is good
mu«ic from their standpoint, dif
ficult com ions
The clarinetist was ill. iust as
■ i o mi uu. i i-i n an m, a-
Jimmie had secured the engage
ment at the Munro Theater. He
appealed to his brother to help
him gn a *uh»44tutA' ami m> ihe ;
request had come to Ivan.
FF.ARFI L AT FIRST
He wa« a little apprehensive as
to whether his style of playing
would fit mio the ".live” group.)
But he had found it surprisingly
ra«y. In fact, as the rehearsals
proceeded. Ivan fell hunsclt swing-;
ing into the nuances of this soi
modern interpretation of music asi
though it were second nature.
Jimmy brought his violin how
down in a gesture for quiet. He 1
turned to the darkened auditorium
- — ** All right. Marcia.” he called. ,
Ran watched as a girl walked
down the aisle. Slender, graceful
with the studied grace of the pub
lic performer, exquisitely made up.
sophisticated to the tips of her
long, highly polished nails, the
same tint as her rouge and lip
stick. Marcia Volen was as delec
table a hep cat as any of the night
clubs, the radio programs or the
motion picture stage shows could
produce.
With an alert languor she
-ecmed 1o flow up the short flight
»>f steps to the stage.
She swayed a little, placed one
hand at her slender waistline in
front, raised the other, and with
the swift down gesture of Jimmy’s
' mlin bow. began the meaningless
> liable* of the latest hit song.
’ Ohi-Chi-Chi-Cho-Cho.”
FASCINATING RHYTHM
Ran had to acknowledge theic 1
was a fascination in the rhythm,
the odd little stop*, the slurring
pickup of the music. He lifted
hi* clarinet, began lo follow the!
melody, what ihere was of it. ihen
struck off into a harmonizing obbli
gato effect, building the tempo.
Jimm> looked at him. motioned
lor the other players to leave off
—gave Marcia a sign.
She bent softly toward Ivan as
she swaved. she srrnied to gather
the notes of the clarinet into a
flow ing i ibbon of sound around
her as she turned, her hands liftml
the melody lo her. then seemed to
pu*h it away as jt softened.
They ended in a wild hurst, Mar
cia standing after a quick swirl,
her wide skirts Mill following the
circular motion, outlining her slim
body, her hand* lifted high above
her bead, her head thrown back
on her last note matched perfectly
by the clarinet s triumphal scream.
The musicians clap|>od. Jimmy
shouted in glee. Marcia leaned
down, her ryes starry
"Man—arc you tn the groove!”
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PRIVATE BUCK By Clyde Lewis
“ 1 hose onlcrs must luvc been w rong, Joe. I haven't seen hide
nor luir ol that cavalry outfit we were supposed to follow!**
she breathed ecstatically. ‘‘You’rp
a king. Jimmie —she turned to
the lender "tie him.dmvn; don't
let him get away; are you sweet
and hot?”
But Ivan knew she was not re
ferring to his personal character
istics. Marcia was an entertainer
first, and she recognized a horn
jive artist.
SIGNS Fl* FOR SKASON
* The orchestra, of which Ivan
had been a humble if artistic part,
was just closing its .season.
Knowing a long' layoff was
ahead, and liking to eat. Ivan
smothered hiv conventional ide us
and. to the joy of Jimmie, the
other musicians and Marcia,
signed for a round of the Summer
gathering places of the light*
hearted and the gay.
1 It took about three of the seem
ingly impromptu offerings of Mar
cia and Ivan to put the little
group in the van of the columns,
to make it the talk of the case
clientele, to bring big offers from
(wide-awake proprietors of centers
of music and dancing.
I The money come in. Ran be
came known as a "sharp cat”-
a snappy dresser and smooth
talker. And he was enjoying 1 it.
He was a natural for the most
intricate of the new melodies—if
melodies they could In* called—as
much a natural with his clarinet
(as Marcia was with her voice.
And. of course, their names were
; linked.
Columnists said they were "that
way” about each other, that they
were holding hands between niusi
ical numbers.
| Of course Ivan and Marcia
understood, as tins was the rou
tine huild-up and immensely v alu
able publicity. It would follow
the usual line fin-* a quarrel,
’hen each turning to some one else,
then a reconciliation every time
the public interest died down a
little, another phase of the phony
I "romance” w ould break.
IN OI'FKA (TIGRI S
But there was one fieison who
(didn't understand and that was
Sonia Trefonn. Sonia and Ivan had
known eaeh other from the lime
their parents had comp to Amer
ica. Sonia had not only followed
Ivan's career but had worked with
him. studying with him. helping
him m the thousand and one way,
a loving woman can help a man.
Sonia also -ang hut she- was in
the Metrojxilitan chorus, aryl Sonia
could not understand first, why
Ran -eenird to have descried the
••lassies lor the swing; second, why
he had turned so definitely lo
cMarcia.
Sonia and Ivan had understood
each other all through their child
hood and their teens years. But
now Sonia drew within herself.
She thought she saw Ivan drifting
'•and her heart ached.
Ivan was so different. The first
time he came to see her after lie
hail joined with Jimmie's group,
Sonia stared at him.
"It's all right to to* a long
hair—that is.” he explained, “to
play classical or straight music.
Hilt today, to lie in the groove,
you've got to he hep to every
angle. You just can't lie icky
i behind Tire timr*> if you want
to go place*. And I want that.”
Sonia took a long breath.
"Of course, Ivan, it is all right
with me whatever you want. Hut
vvliat about your urtistie sense of
good music? Where will all this
'hep* business get you? You'll
. not l»e able to go back to what
you have studied for years, and,
alter all. that miisie does last,
while this new idea is just for a
time.”
i But Ivan had studied out the
situation, too.
"Sonia,” he leaned forward !
earnestly. "What we call 'good*
music never will die away. You
heave heard how hands suing
some of Hie finest elassie*. That
doesn’t hurt the classics. They’ll
he popular still, no matter how
many news ideas come up. Hut,
as a musician, I must know all
Ihe angles.
"I know I’m heller roqnded
out now than I was I
went with Jimmie—you'll 'see
when I emne haek to the orches
tra next season.”
SHF/S PESSIMISTIC
But Sonia shook her head dole
fully.
"Perhaps they’ll not want you
alter you have been with these
—vvliat do you call them—‘cats’
— the swing players?” Ran
laughed.
"Money—l’m going to In* so
good they’ll have to want me.
Why don’t you come and hear
us some time?” Rut Sonia only
shivered at the thought.
But she did go. She slip|>ed into
a theater whore Marcia was
singing to Jimmie s hand. Sonia's
rhythmic soul res |winded to this!
new and strange heat. She saw)
where i» did 'have something."
She realized that, it Ivan could
play this music and also play the
old standards he was really an
art ist
Rut what worried her was the'
Marcia phase How serious was it”!
So Sonia made up her mind At
one of the rehearsals Jimmie toll
Ran a new singer was getting a.
try out He gave Ran the song.l
hut said the singer would not ho
ald e to ichcar-c could get into!
town only on the nighi she was
to appear.
•Don’t worry,” he assured.
"slie’v okay. A <>i• clinch the
time and she’ll do the rest.”
LOSING lot < II
Ran didn't stop to wonder why
the rest of the lillle group wasn't
giv rn the same instructions.
Things were happening too fa>t
iln-e days for him to think lung
along any one line
He was fasnna’ed with Marcia
the r 'w music disturb d him and
haunted him Sonia seemed so tar
away. Tiling* seemed slipping
from his grasp, he was losing
touch with one hfe. and had not
vet become fannliar with the other.
But he was ready the night the
new singer w .is to appear. The
ong w.i* like most, of the others.,
the el ii met part a staccato yet
nl << a ting accompaniment, yet
seemed vaguely familiar lie did
not realize hr had/not heatd the
."■t i ! the gj"up [day the melody
s *i 1 for in Hu's ' boogie-woogie
world, somehow, even without rc
v 1 |i > musicians -ermed to
f t nft, ||g' u ' groove ”
As i e >;ii m ti c i>it. waiting for
th *inger,’hi» mind wept to Soma
p h d p<.t -o ti h«-r for da\s.
11m V had e'niPM qualified over
his half*fbrfnc d determination to
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,irri compositions, she said fie had
lost some of 1 fie delicacy of touch,
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As he though, he looked up at
the stage. The singer was coming
on. slim, supple in a clinging black
velvet, scarlet lips, mascared eyes,
hair fluffed and twisted in the
newest mode, sweeping down over
otic rye.
He v\as paralyzed for an in>lant
then, a* the musicians took up the
song. !'«' automatically joined
them. The girl leaned down, se
ductive. smooth She swung into
i the melody, meaningless /Syllables.
hut. i» itie combmed instruments
ir,| \<ni blended, Ivin knew this
wa one of the beloved old song*-,
dirfieult- vet haunt mg but now
disfotted: unleal as unreal as the
i girl singing it who was Soma. Hut
a Sonia far temoved from the
spirituolle, etherial erealuie he
knew. This Sonia was of the
earth.
The song was done Sonia
bowed and bowed and bowed, hut
would not sing an encore. It was
intermission for the musicians.
Jimmie came up to the stunned
Ivan.
“She's hark stage—go on,” he
suggested with a grin. Ivan went,
dully.
Hut he found the old Sonia hair
smoothed hark, swathed in a sim
ple dressing gown, sans bright
nails, sans bright lipstick, sans
•mascara. She took pity on his
bewilderment.
“It was the only way you
could realize what you are do- i
t ing to youroelf.” she explained
a* he hem nrr hands tightly.
' listening, slowly comprehending.
“There are worlds and world*,
Ivan. Ml art i*|« have their
responsibility in nph»Ming the
best, ea« h In hi* line. Thi*
wouldn't la*t with < »ii— wouldn't
*afi*ty you. It i*n't too late to
t rejoin th# symphony orchestra.
If you want to take thin lip, in
slack M'HMint, all right. lint, oh,
l\aii, it isn’t your work, any
more than It's mini*. Do you
see?" Ivan nodded.
"I never want to see you sing
ing like that again," hi* shivered.
They clung close.
A tap on the door announced a
visitor —Marcia She grinned when
she saw them
“Swell—Jimmie anil I are
tirkleil pink—if only you don't
desert us altogether. \es we all
put this up on you Ivan" she
came over and rumpled his hair
carelessly, “only Sonia don’t
let him In* a sipiare John alto
gether—keep him informed time,
is mewing on. lie'* too good a
eat to go leky—keep him hep."
| She went out. Soma laughed.
"Oh, my dear—no matter
what yon play—you'll always he
'King' with me."
THE KNh
Monday's short story: ".\righ
h> Dorothy West.
tint. II ug li S. Johji so n.
"America'* lighting Thinker,"
W rites Daily for the Times.
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