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THE MICHIGAN DAILY
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A Poor, But Very Honest Laddie
Was Young Kassel, Says Kassel
By Bob Brown tiousness, he continued loftily, "It
Art Kassel leaned back in his spa- was in Chicago, my old home town,
cious armchair, and, reflectively that I first felt the rings of an instru-
stroking the two microphones he al- ment - my good old clarinet, yow-
ways carries on his watch chain, said sah; no, I mean just 'my good old
"It was all on account of a clarinet. clarinet'- apologies to Ben and Blue
You see, I learned to play one years Ribbon."
before saxophones became so popular, "I suppose your melodies swept the
and after a clarinet, saxophones were city."
pipes," ct,
d yupts."sd "Not at first - but I swept the
"Where did you first play," I askedj stet-noe fm uue o
him. streets- an omen of my future, you
"Well it all started when I was but see. First the streets, and then the
a boy; a poor but honest lad-" waves of the radio,"
"From rags to riches, or cabin to "And then?" I queried breathlessly.
Kassel?" I suggested. He sat silently for a moment, and
Overlooking my attempt at face- I could see memories flitting across
Individual Finger Waving
Reasonable Prices.
Miss Bird
and Margaret Davis.
his forehead, "Then," he said, "then
came the war."..
I sat in silence, since veterans are G irls! C hp 7
notoros r1'oe to e silen-t on what
may have happened "Over There." (EDITOR'S NOTE: To make writing°
"Yes," he said, "then came the little easier for the many beautiful debuta
war. And I played all over France." for this gala occasion, the J-Hop Extra Stafft
"You what?" I cried. to prepare this little helper)
"Why yes," he smiled, "I thought (Check one or none)
you'd know I was in a band. I al- Dearest T
ways was better with saxophones Boney Di
than sixguns, and I prefer bassoons Hot Shot B
to bullets, and someone had to cheer My Dear B.M.O.C.
the boys up." Dear (you beast) W
"Of course," I agreed. "I suppose I had a wonderful it
you had some pretty close shaves over hangover.
there, at that?" cleaner's bill.
"Well, no. The worst so far was time with .
when Jimmy Doolittle an) I ran out (your roommate,
of revolutions do,.. i:: Louisiana." the chaperon,
"Revolutions, why, were you in on "Uncle Joe.")
that Baton Rouge affair, Art?" I adored It
"Oh no, our motor stopped turn- the Pretzel Bell.
ing over, and Jimmy and I were the Parrot. - Adv.
forced down in a swamp. It was quite your . . .
a hike out, in fact, so far that we had (house party,
to drop nearly all our load along the dance. brawl,
way; and there were nearly 60,000 cocktails.)
copies of that theme song I wrote for And now I feel lie W
the Century of Progress in the plane. you looked.
It was too bad, too; they never did Hell!
get that plane out again." another Tom Collins.
"How sad," I agreed. "Say, Art, Love and kisses,
about what is the best sale you've
ever had on one of your own pieces?" Raspberries,
"Oh, about 60,000, I guess." Forever yours,
During the entire time I was in the Yours truly,
room with him, his hands were con- Sincerely yours,
stantly hovering over his gargantuan
watch charms, two highly polished
microphones. Art's career has been me in a melancholy tone of a pet trout fo
so closely tied up with the radio, that he used to have. Having caught it ta
he can't bear even a momentary sep- one summer, he kept it in an over- ou
aration from the objects of his suc- sized goldfish bowl, and taught it to
cess. take food from his hand. I
Art always has had a penchant for "You know," said Art, "that trout th
keeping things around him. He told finally got so it couldn't be away :li
from me. After a while, it used to an
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This Now!
"the bread-and-butter-letter" just -
ntes and others who came from afar
of The Daily has gone to great pains
(Check one or Oh, Well!.)
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trry
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was nice to
"Go Dancin' With Alison."
see. again.
feel your pulse.
drink in the.
fraternity house.
*(for dean's convenience)
was all so
wonderful.
tiresome. (speaking frankly)
divine.
ducky.
exhausting.
ell, here's
to you.
mud in your eye.
how.
Becky.
Sugar Plum.
Adeline.
Toots.
Amy.
Sour Puss.
llow me around the room - even
ke walks with me. But-" he let
t a little sob.
"Well, one day that trout, Oswald
used to call him, and he slept in
e bass horn, one day little Oswald
pped through a hole in a bridge -
)d -he drowned.
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