Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 79, Indianapolis, Marion County, 11 August 1932 — Page 9

AUG. 11, 1032

TAX LIMIT TO WRECK STATE, OFFICIALS SAY Chaos All Over Indiana Is Predicted by City, County Auditors. Rv l nited Press Predictions by Governor Harry G. Leslie that ‘chaos and collapse" would result from the $1.50 tax limitation levy were being echoed today on their respective budgets. Local officials joined almost unanimously in condemning the measure. Many counties and cities are faced with the necessity of remaking budgets completed only a few days ago. Nearly all authorities are eyeing the loopholes provided for stepping over the specified limit, and only a few prepared to waive that right and take the mandatory budget reductions. "The measure will result in a chaotic and dangerous situation in Delaware county," the Muncie Press commented, "if officials are held strictly to the limit it will be necessary to reduce costs about 60 per, cent." Dire Results Predicted The Press outlined as possible rein Muncie the elimination of ' lights; removal of one-half the fire hydrants; reduction of the police force from forty-five to fifteen men; abandonment of four of the five fire stations, and cutting the department from fifty-two to eighteen men. Vanderburg county officials were quoted by the Evansville Press as saying it virtually would be impossible to have a rate lower than $2.90. The Press pointed out that several increases would be necessary there, due to added relief burdens and decrease in valuations. The Gary Post-Tribune assailed the measure as "just fiction.” “Taxpayers are going to have the surprise of their lives if they think they will have to pay only $1.50," the Post-Tribune quoted Howard Bell, auditor of the Gary board of education. "Law Is Ridiculous” “Thp government can not operate on this ridiculous maximum,” Bell was quoted. “The law is almost too silly to comment on. The levy here probably will be $3.60 or $3.70." Blackford county’s new budget., drafted after weeks of work, was regarded as "wrecked” by Luther Spridel, auditor, according to the Hartford City News. "The law was a bombshell and ruins our proposed budget, which included every possible cut in all departments," Speidel said. The Huntington Herald-Press pictured the outlook as "the greatest dilemma of history." It quoted county officials as asking. “How will the county limit, tax collections to approximately s6oojooo, whereas last year a total of $1,278,127 was paid for operation of towmship, city and ccunty departments?” Law Makes "No Difference” City Attorney Carl Bonewitz was quoted as saying that "the provision for appointment of an adjustment board is an admission of proponents of the bill that it will not work.” Allen county will have to turn immediately to the adjustment board and seek an increass, the Ft. Wayne News-Sentinel quoted County Aditor F. Wiliam Ortlieb as saying. “With the provision in the law for increases if any emergency exists, ” Ortlieb said, “the law will make no difference here, except that in order to bring about an increased levy, considerable time would have to be taken.” The Richmond Palladium-Item was one of the few papers that did not report concern among officials. It said that officials wore unworried because of the emergency clause in the law. It predicted that, budget makers would proceed to make every reduction possible, but virtually would ignore the $1.50 limit. AID TO EMPLOYES COSTS ROSENWALDS MILLIONS Brokerage Account Guaranteed After Stock Crash of 1929. Bv l nited Press CHICAGO. Aug. 11.—'The cost of one of the many philanthropies that marked the life of the late Julius Rosen wa Id became known only Wednesday. With the terrific crash of the stock market in 1929, the benefactor, and head of the great Sears, Roebuck & Cos., mail order house, Minounced he had guaranteed the orokerage accounts of his employes. Wednesday claims against his estate of $7,825,000 by the Chase National bank were approved by Lessing J. Rosenwald, executor of Rose mva Id’s estate. This represented the amount borrowed to cover the employes’ accounts. GIANT U. S. LINER ON FIRST ATLANTIC TRIP 1,300 Passengers Are on Manhattan; Fried in Command. By I sited Press NEW YORK. Aug. 11.—A new era in American shipping began on Wednesday night, with the sailing of the $10,000,000 United States liner Manhattan for Hamburg, Germany. The Manhattan not only is the largest transatlantic liner ever built in the United States, but the first one constructed in an American shipyard for the North Atlantic trade in thirty-five years. Capt. George R. Fried, famed for his ocean rescues, was in command, and many notables were aioard. Capacity passenger list of 1.300 was canted. The ship has a record speed on trial trips of nearly 24 knots an hour. STORM SWEEPS TOWN Lightning Causes Four Fires at Washington Within an Hour. By I nited Press WASHINGTON. Ind., Aug. 11.— An leectrical storm of unusual violence occurred here on Wednesday night, during which several residences and other buildings were struck by lightning, and a rainfall of more than two inches was recorded. Lightning caused four fires within an hour. Numrous smaller blazes were extniguished by the fire department.

TIN PAN ALLEY IS EVERYWHERE

Wherever Song Is in the Making, Why, There It Is

Standing on a corner (figuratively! of Tin Pan Alley (figuratively) haa been Jack Footer, T.me* Writer and New York World-Te>gram radio commentator and atafT writer. He haa not been waiting for a atreet car. He ha* been drinking in the melodie*. listening to the atortea and watching the drama* of the metaphorical atreet. Thi* i* the flrat of six article* he haa asnee written. iCODvriaht. 19*2 bv the New York WorldTelegram Coroorationi BY JACK FOSTER Time* Staff Writer IT isn’t, of course, an alley at all. It isn’t any street or avenue you could name. Wherever some fellow or girl is trying to change the singing in his head to staffs and bars and rhymes— that is Tin Pan Alley. It mav be the SIOO a day suite in Atlantic City which de Bylva, Brown and Henderson occupied when they jotted down “Sonny Boy” within two hours and subsequently sold more than a million copies. It may be the Riverside drive penthouse in which George Gershwin looped over his piano, a black cigar like a bit in his mouth, and laboriously scribbled down “The Rhapsody in Blue" modern American music that strikes the note of the everlasting. It may be the gloomy Philadelphia rooming house that was Herman Dank’s studio when he found in his soul "Silver Threads Among the Gold." Or the cheap hole-in-the-wall in Pittsburgh where Stephen Foster wrote "My Old Kentucky Home,” sold it for $5 to a publisher and received no royalties for what became one of the greatest hits of all times. Tin Pan Alley has at one end its Park avenue and at the other its slums. It has its rich men in the Irving Berlins, Jerome Kerns, Walter Donaldson, Otto Harbachs, and its derelicts, mostly those old crows who, even after fifteen vears of failure and near starvation. still are sure that their next song will be a success. a A “SENSATION” really is the word. For hysteria Is the food and drink on which Tin Pan Alley lives. Each new song, each new orchestration is sensational, stupendous, terrific—the greatest melody written since Berlin came up from the Bowery with “Alexander’s Rag Time Band." And when the sales of a tune passes 100,000. the cries of “colossal genius” become s great in Lindy’s restaurant, where herring and phrases are torn, that you are sure there has been a second coming of Beethoven. I am talking now about a particular section of Tin Pan Alley —about that strip along Broadway and Seventh avenue, from the middle Forties to the early Fifties, where you find gilded on the office windows “Shapiro. Bernstein & C 0.,” “Leo Feist, Inc.,” “Robbins Music Corp.,” "Donaldson, Douglas & Gumble,” and so on and on, as on and on you walk. This is where melody is bartered and abstract love comes into its own. It is where the campaigns to make a tune a hit are plotted. For it is the music publisher’s job to create enough excitement so that Nellie, who can play the piano, and Willie, who would rather be Russ Co’ cbo than a fire chief, will hear .s song and want to buy it. Inerefore, the charming extravagance. nun “TJAVE you,” I asked a publishII eras I went about gathering the stuff for this series, "a hit tune this month?” “Have Ia hit!” he retorted, "Why, if that ‘Baby Blue Eyes’ song of ours isn’t a sensation, I hope my mother dies, and she is sick right now in Hot Springs.” "I am sorry,” I said. "Yes, I have been blue-blue-blue. for I owe all to my mother.” he sighed. “And this reminds me that we have just brought out a new mother song. It goes tum-tee-tum-tee-um-tum. "It is about how a mother sits at home all day, looking at the picture of her wandering boy. and then at night prays God to bring him back. It is anew idea, anyhow.”

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/JEM ‘f s' ** f flip * "Hi) Lew Brown, Bud DeSylva and Ray Henderson, and (top) Tin Pan ipl|llp jBl | 1 Alley in action, showing Phil KornheLser, one of the blue ribbon pickers Ww .jfplij™ of song hits, giving a critical ear to anew offering. ‘‘lt's Mighty Sweet of You to Be So Nice to Me,” as the author, Phil Baxter, plays it and Lillian Blaufox lends it her coaxing voice. J|| \ , “Sounds sort of familiar to me,” j AND yet this mad, incongru- ■■■■■jjL. I replied. lx. ous effervescent atmosphere "Well, he conceded, “there may . ' „ , . . .. . „ \m : - . - ho a if Tho is not all there is to that Tin

"Sounds sort of familiar to me,” I replied. “Well,” he conceded, “there may be a little Puccini in it. The author always did have a leaning toward the classics.” While we were talking, there was a maze of activity around us. Show folk and radio crooners dropped in to get copies of songs that might be suitable to their particular geniuses. A gent with a cigaret hanging out of the corner of his mouth and through the smoke seeming to be even bluer on the face and chin, was hammering out a tune mechanically, while a girl of the vaudevilles behind him was nodding the platinum top of her body in not such perfect tempo. Even the clock was twentythree minutes fast. And a thin, dark youth, whose eyes were phosphorescent seas behind his hornrimmed glasses, hurried up to us with an angry rhythm in his stride. nun DID you hear what that thief across the street did to me?” he snapped, obviously more than ill at ease. "He stole the chorus of my song; that's what he did! And I’m going to sue him." "But,” piped up the piano wrecker who had hurried over to lend his bit to fan the composer’s wrath, "you lifted the entire chorus from Wagner.” "I know, I know,” the young genius retorted, "but I discovered Wagner. He didn’t.” It is, you see, a mad. incongruous, effervescent part of the town, this section of Tin Pan Alley. I like it as I like to witness a George Kaufman play because there is always a laugh in it. “I should love to take Alice from her Wonderland and lead her among the strange men who speak of a kiss, a baby, a love nest, a bluebird, with greater practical exuberance than she sobbed for her missing tabby cat, “Alice,” I would say, “those three fellows around that piano are writing a love song.” “But.” she would reply, "what big cigars they have in their mouths.”

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\ ND yet this mad, incongruous, effervescent atmosphere is not all there is- to that Tin Pan Alley. Underneath there is a gross pessimism, because radio so greatly has disrupted its business, as I shall show you later, and in the heart of Tin Pan Alley there beats another fear—a certain solemn dread of the tomorrow" which, experience rather than instruction has taught the least inspired song-plugger, inevitably must come. For tomorrow brings with it a demand for new songs, new ideas, and new songs and new ideas never are predictable. Prosperity in the tune writing craft is based solely on the human equation. A composer simply must produce a song that thousands want to whistle, else a raven will take the robin’s place on the publisher's sill. There can be no compromise with human limitations, for a brain is expected, as a matter of course, to produce a popular tune if it is to have any standing on the Alley. We were talking about that college kid who had come to town several years ago with a tune under his arm, confidence in his stride, and asked Lew Brown to help him score the melody. This tune became "Last Night on the Back Porch.” Os course you remember it—one of the great hits of the day. The kid has disappeared so far as

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Broadway knows, for this, it seemed was his single shot. tt u THEN there was "Yes We Have No Bananas,” which was attributed to Frank Silver and Irving Cohn, but which Lew" Brown says he had a great hand in writing. There also was that kid from Baltimore. Eddie Claypoole, who came to town with his “Raggin’ the Scale.” For several years he was a bright boy on the Alley. But he did not repeat, and not to repeat, is to lose your chair among the wwiters on whom the sun shines. That's what happened, too, to Felix Bernard and Frank Black (not the Revelers’ Frank Black), who failed to follow their great Oriental tune, “Dardanella,” wfith another that the land liked exceedingly. There is, you see, no greater gamble than that involved in scribbling down the singing in your head. The possible success is as uncertain as your reception on the first appearance before the girl friend in a bathing suit. Take for instance, "Missouri Waltz.” Well, of course, you don't have to take it if you’d rather leave it to read about it if you follow" this series. Next: Romances of fortune In Tin Pan Alley.

LIBBY HOLMAN IN MARYLAND WAITING TRIAL Rests at Closely-Guarded Estate of Friend Near Baltimore. By United Press BALTIMORE, Aug. 11.—At the closely guarded estate of Leonard Richards Jr., Libby Holman rested today in preparation for her trial on charge of killing her young husband. Smith Reynolds. The Broadway torch singer returned to the Richards estate Tuesday night, police said. A special guard was placed around the grounds to assure complete privacy for her. She is an expectant mother —the child, according to information reaching police authorities, is expected in February. Although the worry and grief of her husband’s death and the subsequent investigation and indiciment of herself and Ab Walker have sapped her strength, she has managed to engage in several tennis matches and fishing excursions. She was at the Richards estate prior to her appearance in North Carolina for arrangement on the charge of killing her husband. Father in Cincinnati CINCINNATI, Aug. 10.—Alfred Holman, father of the indicted Libby Holman Reynolds, returned to his home today feeling that I must learn to take it on the chin.” He w r ent to Winston-Salem, N. C., immediately after his daughter was indicted, charging the criminal charge was a "frameup.” Today he seemed more reconciled. When Holman alighted from the train, to be met by his wife and another daughter, a cameraman snapped a photograph. Mrs. Holman screamed. Holman nudged the photographed away with his shoulder. He said he expected Mrs. Reynolds' trial in October. PROBE STATE MURDER Seek Motive for Slaying of Man at New Albany. ft;i United Press NEW ALBANY, Ind., Aug. 11.— The motive for the slaying here last night of Elmer F. Bossier, 35, in which Mrs. Jennie Bruder, 58, was killed by a stray bullet, remained unknown to police today. Kenneth Courtney, questioned at length, denied that he fired the shots. Three bullets struck Bossier and one hit Mrs. Bruder.

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