TO-DAY AND TO-MORROW

Radio Record, Volume I, Issue 40, 20 April 1928, Page 6

TO-DAY AND TO-MORROW

‘fhat Dunedin remembers how, in the | Botanical Gardens, Dame Ellen Terry planted a tree in the secluded Shakespeare plot, wherein are grown by the leyal elect many of the shrubs and trees that are mentioned in the plays. While the tree was being manipulated, it chanced that one small and earnest worshipper overbalanced himself and fell from a bridge into the stream _below; and, on final cheers being given for the illustrious visitor, sweetly she said: " ... . And another cheer for the boy who fell off the bridge and didn’t cry!’ In addition to her tree-planting exploit, Miss Terry presented a garden ‘seat as a memento, and some seeds of that gentlest of all flowerets, the white violet. Many years have come and gone since that day of sunshine, much water has flowed beneath the bridge of disaster; .but the mulberry tree has grown and flourished under the wise. care of that artist of the garden, Mr. Tannock ; and recently a box of its wood was made and sent to England for the acceptance of the great, sweet actress, whose friendly looks and words are cherished in the memory of those who lined up on the garden paths, as she left on the arm of Mr. T. W. Whitson, that enthusiastic president of vesteryear of Dunedin’s Shakespeare Club, who, in his day, did much towards the encouragement of a love of the plays and the cause of literature in general. Dame Ellen and the Microphone, Dame Ellen ‘Terry is exiremely mervous before the microphone. About five years ago she broadcast Shakespeare from 2LO, Lord Gainsborough, chairman of the old B.B.C., and Ladv Gainsborough went down to the studio to hear her, end Dame Ellen had her daughter Edith in the studio for moral support. Lord Gainsborough, who was in the waiting-room with her for half an hour before the broadcast, thought he had never seen such a had case of microphone nerves. She kept on reading over little extracts from her speech, fidgeting with her book, and tapping her pencil. Every now and again she would dash into the studio to have a leak at the microphone. 1 | The Birth of Jazz. , How many people know how tie term "Jazz" origiated? = "Jazz"? was born jn Schiller’s Cafe, New York, where "the boss’? had hired a negro musician to amuse his guests. This negro played various instruments, singly and togetner, mostly placid and melancholy Sunes. When, however, he was warmed with Hquor he began to tackle the justruments one alter the other, with more rhythm than tune, blowing into" one, banging another, kicking a third, | and so on-all very gay and original | and cacophonons, but, most noteworthy of all, with a dizzying rhythm and counter-rhythm which were the embryo of modern syncopation. This was the primitive negro love of rhythmic sounds, and, becoming fashionable, was widely imitated. The name of this syneopater was Jasbo Brown. ence Jazz." From ‘‘fhe Better Yarn." A certain rector went to sce a parishjoner. She was a charming old dame, one of the chief characters of the village, and the rector looked admiringly at her. In spite of her ninety odd years, that calm face showed no sign of worry or anxiety. "My dear lady," he asked slowly, ‘what has been the main source of your vitality and sustenance during all these years of your earthly pilgrimage? What has appealed to you as the chief basis of the wonderful vigour of your mind and body, and has been to you an unfailing help through trials and sorrows? Please tell me, that I may forward it on to others." The old dame pondered a moment. ‘The rector thonght that he would find here a good subject for a sermon. Ah! she was alout to speak. She raised het eyes, dim with years, yet bright with sweet memories, and answered shortly, Victuals." The Retort Courteous. During the war a certaiu man directed a clockmaker to call for a grandfather clock which was in need of repair; but the clockmaker was so busy that he was never able to come, so at last, in desperation, the grandfather’s owner unhooked its pendulum, and heaving up the clock on his shoulder started off for the shop. At the first corner he collided violently with a lady and sent her flying. She gave him a withering look; but all she said was, "I wish you'd wear a wrist wateh!? ,

Colour and Fabric. "Habric and Fashion" was the subject of a lecture given to women recently by Mile. Marceline D’Alroy, at Harrods Ltd., Knightsbridge, London. Through the medium of her clothes, asserted Mile. D’Alroy, woman ¢xpresses her personality and individuality, and in an interesting and original manner she proceeded to demonstrate, with the aid of some of the new Season’s fabrics, how important it is that line, colour, texture, and design should be carefully studied by the woman who wishes to be perfectly dressed. A round line conveys an impression of youth; a straight line is conducive to a formal, conventional appearance, while lines running at angles give one a sophisticated appeatance. The psychology of colour, too, is of great importance, for, according to Mile. D’Alroy’s theory, the body immediately reacts to the particular colours in which it is clothed-red being the life colour, blue signifying truth, and yellow, loye. Black she holds to be an entirely unfriendly and unalluring colour, though quite smart, and, for most occasions, perfectly correct to wear. It is not of paramount importance in early youth to study line, colour only at that stage of one’s existence being the thing that matters. An older roman must consider both line and colour; a still older woman, line and the texture of the material chosen; while to an old woman the texture of the fabric is most important of all. Speaking of Mother Eve, Douglas Jerrold suggested that she ate the forbidden fruit that she might have the pleasure of dressing.