Stout Spring

NZ Truth, Issue 1198, 15 November 1928, Page 6

Stout Spring

A MERE pocketful of humanity revolves m that circumstance of life's . business where sobs are turned on while you wait — or where a twist of the handle and a new needle wili massage one's ribs with . some humorous touch of expression. The three vocations to which one turns for such entertaining folk are the stage, the Hollywoods and those nimble- witted people who open for you the attractive doors of their gramophone audition chambers. I These people of gramophonia are blessed with a stout mainspring of patience-— they have to be! When one recollects the number of times that^-with fifteen stray moments which seem incapable of being filled— one strayed into a record shop m the hope of satisfying the appetite 1 of those fifteen minutes, it is hard to understand .how : men like little "Bill' 1 Hawor th do not develop a Berserk complex. ' . Three or so years back, Haworth used that quiet voice of his m persuading ladies who had not the faintest idea of what they wanted, that he had it specially wrapped for their benefit. Nowadays, his hours are devoted to the' feeding of our musical digestive organs with sonata's and syncopation—:and he does it very well. His Cuba Street (Wellington) .shop incorporates a lot of home-comfort ideas which really are attractive to weary people who haye 1 graduated from listening on the sidewalk m the hope of hearing something they truly like.