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THE MICHIGAN DAILY
Saturday. Februarv 9135
P E t I D Yo, 1
A Poor, But Very Honest Laddie
Was Young Kassel, Says Kassel
By Bob Brown
Art Kassel leaned back in his spa-
cious armchair, and, reflectively
stroking the two microphones he al-
ways carries on his watch chain, said
"It was all on account of a clarinet.
You see, I learned to play one years;
before saxophones became so popular,
and after a clarinet, saxophones were
pipes."
"Where did you first play," I asked
him.
"Well it all started when I was but
a boy; a poor but honest lad --"
"From rags to riches, or cabin to
Kassel?" I suggested.
Overlooking my attempt at face-
tiousness, he continued loftily, "It
was in Chicago, my old home town,
that I first felt the rings of an instru-
ment -my good old clarinet, yow-
sah; no, I mean just 'my good old
clarinet'- apologies to Ben and Blue
Ribbon."
"I suppose your melodies swept the
city.,"
"Not at first - but I swept the
streets - an omen of my future, you
see. First the streets, and then the
waves of the radio."
"And then?" I queried breathlessly.
He sat silently for a moment, and
I could see memories flitting across
his forehead, "Then," he said, "then
came the war."
I sat in silence, since veterans are'
notoriously prone to be silent on what
may have happened "Over There."
"Yes," he said, "then came the
war. And I played all over France."
"You what?" I cried.
"Why yes," he smiled, "I thought
you'd know I was in a band. I al-
ways was better with saxophones
than sixguns, and I prefer bassoons
to bullets, and someone had to cheerI
the boys up."
"Of course," I agreed. "I suppose
you had some pretty close shaves over
there, at that?"
"Well, no. The worst so far was
when Jimmy Doolittle an I ran out
of revolutions do.r ii Louisiana."
"Revolutions, why, were you in on
that Baton Rouge affair, Art?"
"Oh no, our motor stopped turn-
ing over, and Jimmy and I were
forced down in a swamp. It was quite:
a hike out, in fact, so far that we had
to drop nearly all our load along the
way; and there were nearly 60,000
copies of that theme song I wrote for
the Century of Progress in the plane.
It was too bad, too; they never did
get that plane out again."
"How sad," I agreed. "Say, Art,
about what is the best sale you've
ever had on one of your own pieces?"
"Oh, about 60,000, I guess."
During the entire time I was in the
room with him, his hands were con-
stantly hovering over his gargantuan
watch charms, two highly polished
microphones. Art's career has been
so closely tied up with the radio, that
he can't bear even a momentary sep-
aration from the objects of his suc-
cess.
Art always has had a penchant for
keeping things around him. He told
Girls! Clip This Now!
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My Dear B.M.O.C.
Dear (you beast)
I had a wonderful
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cleaner's bill.
time with . . .
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the chaperon,
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I adored
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Sincerely you
(Check one or Oh, Well!.)
Tom
Dick
Harry
Phineas
Wilbur
It was nice to
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see. again.
feel your pulse.
"drink in the.
fraternity house.
*(for dean's convenience)
It was all so
wonderful.
tiresome. (speaking frankly)
divine.
ducky.
exhausting.
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to you.
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how.
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me in a melancholy tone of a pet trout follow me around the room - even
he used to have. Having caught it take walks with me. But -" he let
one summer, he kept it in an over- out a little sob.
sized goldfish bowl, and taught it to "Well, one day that trout, Oswald
take food from his hand. I used to call him, and he slept in
"You know," said Art, "that trout the bass horn, one day little Oswald
finally got so it couldn't be away slipped through a hole in a bridge -
from me. After a while, it used to and-he drowned.
-l )d l]we are prod to I6llomlce that
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"" Where". . .?
"Why, to the Special Union TEA
DANCE Saturday afternoon, Feb-
ruary Eighth from three until five.
Refreshments are to be served and
the price is only 75c per couple.
Then, of course, we're planning
to attend the regular Union mem-
bership dance Saturday night,
which is to last from 9 until 12."
Michigan Union
Ballroom