Word: weekes
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Last week, after virtually deserting show rings for a year (while hobnobbing with Hollywood folk), Liz Whitney reappeared at Madison Square Garden. To the galleries' shouts of "Come on, Liz!" she rode four of her entries. But at week's end, no Whitney horse" had qualified for the championship final...
...Paul Robeson to stampede an audience was not particularly startling. But last week's bravos established that: 1) Pursuit of Happiness was a hit radio show; 2) U. S. radio listeners are starved for such stuff. Composer Earl Robinson used to sing his own ballads in overalls, to his own guitar, barely subsisting on pickings from the late Federal Theatre, from earnest groups in Manhattan who found his songs good. Last week, Earl Robinson's song was on its way to a publisher, was slated for early recording, and in the wind was a Broadway stage production, with...
...this week's show, Walter Huston, from Hollywood, wrestled through Stephen Vincent Benet's The Devil and Daniel Webster; eagle-beaked Comic Jimmy Durante paid off with: "T'ank yuh, Boigess. May I call yuh Meredit'?" Much of the continuity was contributed by the U. S.'s No. 1 literary jack-in-the-box, William Saroyan. Volunteer Saroyan mailed in the last of his manuscript Friday night, forgetting Saturday was Armistice Day, a mail holiday. When Sunday came, and no Saroyan, CBS chased him down, had him re-conjure the missing paragraphs...
...homely Methodist Church on Manhattan's upper west side, audiences of homely Christians listened quietly last week to the warm words of an oldtimer evangelist. "Gypsy" Rodney Smith had visited the U. S. 35 times in the past half-century, but this visit was different. He had been hired this time by the Greater New York Federation of Churches to do something about New York City's 4,000,000 pagans...
Gypsy Smith began evangelizing New York last month in The Bronx, delivered 13 sermons in rich, old Fifth Avenue Presbyterian Church, moved uptown again last fortnight. He winds up his engagement this week in no less august a fane than the Cathedral of St. John the Divine, with Bishop William Thomas Manning presiding. To his audiences, Gypsy Smith's black eyes have seemed as keen as ever, his voice mellow, his frame limber. (Only last year he married for the second time: a 26-year-old to whom he had long been "my hero.") Never a ranter, Gypsy Smith...