1957-10-26 — Page 14

THE CHINA "MAIL," SATURDAY," OCTOBER 26, 1957.

The Lost Chord brings Mr. Heath down to earth

RECORD ROUND

HE gramophone record was 38 years old and sounded ΤΗΣ

every day of it. But despite the cracks and the scratches the tune was still recognisable as The Loat Chord.

I

Ted Heath said: "Hear that trombonist? ME. was basking in the streets then. We called ourselves the Ex-Service Bandamen. Life was hard for musicians after the 1914-18 war."

A British Crossword Puzzle

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2 "May "describe"6376bfre!" (GF)

Place in the sky (9).

Brought to nought 109.

a Hardoi cave's heart? 191.

10 Sprat to catch a mackerel, perhaps

(4).

12 Chinese ngats (7).

15 Oner royal nong (5).

18 Poker stake 14).

17 Alwanee fur waste (4).

Hi Gribo-like? (5).

20 Blood relations (1)

21 Mark the kesh (4).

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Go Into rapture wine? 10).

24 Statement

Unlike Ethelred (8).

20 Be pret sul tuke noller 18).

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2 Milke openhus (0)

observed narrowly (4), Unbarneses Use oxen (0),

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Victoria, perhaps 3).

11 And torn 181

12 or aloft (5),

13 Something for the story-teller (8).

14 Krol out of sight (h).

#ildish problem 401.

Today, howover, life smiles with considerable warmth on Ted Heath.

From the plush-cushioned comfort of a deep arm- chair in the high, spacious lounge of his 10-bedroomed Wimbledon home the Grand

Old (but jaunty) Man of British jazz said: "I don't over want that record to wear out. It is a constant reminder of how tough life can treat you. A neces- sary reminder. For doesn't pay to get too cocky when you are a success."

Deceptive

it

Ted Heath, the man whose band has topped the

British polls for the past 10 years and who conducts it with 011 up- parent, but deceptive, Indiffer- ence, went on: "1 min off to tour | Amerles this month. They love the band there. On our last Jaunt the New York Times called us the kind of versaille, highly skilled band that hos oil bui sappeared from shores.' And there was a black market in the tickets for concerts. Success is assured.

Wife.

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TED HEATH-1 doesn't pay to get too cocky,

by RAMSDEN

GREIG

Our Not that good

dur He sold: "Business is good, but not all that good. That's a

But the first thing I'll do when I come back is to play The Lost Chord."

I asked Ted Heath what par- tion of his teenage following he had lost to the skin roups, the Teddy Boys of jazz.

the

Velasquez copy by an unknown painter. The picture and frame cost me £10. It helps All up the wall."

Today Ted Heath sets one loss against the profile of his big band business. His own power- house swing unit has blasted his well eardrum. He told me: "I've had temporary repairs done on it to carry me over ny trip to America. When I come back 1 night have an operation. It's a11

embarrassing. You very don't expect the top British band to have

11 half-dent leader. has one advantage though. skiffle groups I have watched When anyone asks me to play a

"Skiffe," said Heath, looking like a parson who had just uscă a filthy word, "skiffle is som?- thing that is played more often than not unaked amateurs. a kind of do-it-yourself music and often sounds like it, It is also on the way out. Most

It

11

Miss Cartland pours out her passion to

a schoolmaster...

HE lady in the stole

THE

patted the big settee. Sho Bald: "I always lie here to dictate. I have a hot-water bottle put under my feet, One's feet always get so madly cold when one's dictating."

In her big country house Mist Barbara Cartland, in her mid- Afles the author of 77 publish- ed books, was telling me how she writes them.

OWT

the

old

ROBERT PITMAN'S

...and keeps her memories

around her

four-poster

BOOK PAGE

"I lie down here after Jun- checa at 1.20. By 3.45 I have Anished a chapter. 0,000 words." In another big room we sal down on another big settee.

"When

I've made my

1 Fend corrections, chapter off to a sweet

"Oh, 110. The heroes

Then the game-shot himself schoolmaster who lives in

always tall and dark because entered. Miss Cartland said: Dorset. He corrects everything that's my own favourite sort of "Darling, I'm sorry. We're in red penell just as if school.

213:622.

And there's always a terribly, terribly busy." The weet, innocent little nower. rame-shot nodded. He mixed things in the

That's really me, of course." himself a drink and left.

in egen te

lke 1. before E except after C. I know absolutely nothing about mammar or spelling. Absolutely nothing."

Tomorrow, with syntax duly Miss Cortland's 76th pruned. book will be published.

Its title: SWEET ADVEN- TURE (Hutchinson, 128. ed.). its closing shot; "Lord Lynke looked down at the little pointed face raised to his. This is the biggest and sweetest adventure of all, my little love, he said; and utterly captive."

then his lips held her

The ideal

I said: "What about your

"Ah, books of advice on marriage?"

soci

I call them my or whatever the word is. I can

3t." never pronounce

Miss Cartland tild not need to pronounce it. An I sat on the seltee she had already handed me a printed brochure about herself. Her 77 books were listed, including:

SOCIOLOGY:----

Marriage for Moderns Be vivid be vital Love life and sça

Cartland falked wile Miss about love, life, and sex. I the rest of the On the big sellee

we talked glanced at pbout the other Cartland novels brochure, I read:-

"In private life Miss Cart- fair, Cupid liides Pillion, Love Forbidden, Love is an Eagle).

Common sense

On the setter we

turned to Miss Cortland's war-service, ("I was in welfare in Bedfordshire. I wangled yards and yards of crepe de Chine for the Woots at Cardington and got frilly cuml-knickers ninde for them. It raised their morale wonderfully. You see, they folt out of the wir because they only had balloons, I organised not proper planes. the first wedding-dress pool too. I should have been made Dame for that.")

We talked about Miss Cart- land's form, ("I go ound it worning. Farming's just

erch

have been made up of unclean, waltz, I listen to them with my (sample titles: A Virgin in May_tand,-who-is-Commender ofOMMON ETNse, of course.

unshaven and untidy per- formers. There is no necessity left-ear,"

ก

It a

Shorthorns.

100 head of cuifle, I've named all the

cows after the heroines In my novels.")

We talked about Miss Carl- coul)- land's workc as county cillor, ("In one old people's

poor old men home the crowded info, a dormitory with

were

the

concrete floor. Even worse, they each had the name of their next of kin framed above, the bed. Some of the unmarried matrons are dreadfully urkind, I often wish I could organise a week-end in Paris fcr the I'm certain the old matrons, poople would benefit.")

We talked on. About advantage of using test polish on the eyelashca ("It doesn't run like mascara when you cry"); about Miss Cartland's income from books {"Someone sold L hr d corned nearly £200,000, and I dare say that isn't far out"); about Cartland's views education.

Miss 52x-

daughter.

I looked at the Carlland brochure. It sald

"Miss Cartland's Ralne-the famous beauty and councilior for the City of West- the Order of St. John of drinking call is empty i get itminsterfs married to Mr- Gerald Legge, nephew and helr to be unkempt to play music. Recently Ted Heath has taken

Jerusalem and a County Coun- filled up. If an animal's look- "As tell my own bandsinen, to transporting himself around

In our novel the illegitimate diler, is married to Mr Hugh or groggy I say "What's wrong to the Earl of Dartmouth."

out I sald: "Did you carry country

Π in

acrobat makes Having a haircut and

Eleaming daughter of an

with that one?' I keeps them McCorquodale, the well-known

views on education with £2,000 Jaguar. A little self- good by marrying Pimples, ar

loce. We've got your all on their gameslint...

Mrs Leske?" consciously. He explained: "I've errl. In another the hero runs got to keep up with my bands DIY berserk into the Highlands inen. My old car batt become when his bride reveals on their

she worst-looking vehicle In wedding-night that

has the band."

Negro blood, Hear Heath, without danger Miss Cartinnd told me: "The

does not spoil your top shing the

Heath himself dresses like a favourite uncle, and a rich one,

What the user given the winner to boot. The white shirt bas cuff-links. JAL

FRIDAY'S CROSSWORD—Across 3 Corporal, & Balaam, # Destined, 11 Sentence. 12 More. 13 Scrmin, 19 Eagri, 19 Oval, 2 Versiuus, 24 Pastoral 25 Cereal, 26 Rarities Down: 1 A-base, 2 Blank, 3 Ladency, 4 Omen, 5 Pate. a fanom, 1 tardger, 10 Serng, 14 Hacer. 15 Measles, 10 Couper, 17 Nasser, 20 Homer, 21 Palin, 22 Vuli, 23 Hace.

solid (but discreet) The sult is a grey herringbone, Savile Row Inflored, of course,

As he poured drinks (orange julce for himself) I cald: "You are not generally known as an art connoisseur, but from here that picture above the grand plano looks like a Velasquez.”

VIGNETTES OF LIFE

the

to your eardrums, on A. Yankstories are not meant to be trac in Europe (Decca 33). Twelve to life. They provide women with compositions of Raymond Scott the ideal. And they're atill are here put on record for the selling quite as well as ever."

irst time.

-(London Express Servico).

I said: "Have you altered your style of story?"

The Prize Winners

APPLE BUTTER

++++++++++QUOTE OF THE WEEK... You see, my mother Jet

"When Flora Robson played in a comedy a woman said to me: 'Oh, she was funny enough, but if I go to a play with Flora Robson in it, I want to see her murder someone."" -From ACTRESS by Yvonne Mitchell (Routledge, 158.). Miss Mitchell's story of her own career is specially de- signed as a guide for the stage-struck. strongly lo all Mrs Worthingtons.

cmomend

By Harry Weinert

"NOW THAT YOU'VE WON

THIS TITLE...

'MISS OUTER SPACE, WHY DON'T YOU TRY

SOMETHING PRACTICAL, SUCH AS COMING BACK TO EARTH ?*

it

"Certainly. And with the

ma remain atžolutely ignorant until I was eighteen and a halt. children I was But with my absolutely frank from the cradle onwards."

A butler

I stood up to go. Miss Cart- loud sold:

"But you must sce my bed- room first,"

I saw it, I saw the Spanish four-poster bed, with big carved Cupids on the posts. I saw the Victorian Cupids holding up the wall-lights. I sew the shelves where Miss Cortland keeps alt the knick-knocks which Raine and the boys gave her as children, She said:-

"I love to keep all my really precious things round me in bed. Pretty things. It may seem tarty. But I think it's right." I agreed. Below,, a butler in talla padded across the hall. I got into my small enr, It felt smaller than ever, I drove down the Cartland drive and past the great ornamental gates. And later, in my dwarf flat, 1 took out my copy of the new Cartland book. I read it from: cover to cover,

It was very like its author. Uninhibited, romantic, out of this world. Or, to put it briefly, absolutely splendid,

NEWS OF A SUBSTANTIAL CASH PRIZE IS USUALLY FOLLOWED BY AN INFLUX OF SHARE-THE-WEALTH RELATIVES.

"WHAT'S

EATING

|HIM?"

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HE'S JUST BEEN NOTIFIED THAT

HE WON A ' YEAR'S SUPPLY

OF SOAP /*

THE PRIZES AT FLOWER SHOWS GENERALLY GO TO THE MEN WHO HAVE THE BEST GARDENERS.

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"YOO-HOO-

PENELOPE /

THE REAL PRIZE WINNERS ARE THE GUYS WHO WIN THE GALS WHO WIN THE PRIZES THIS COVERS A LOT OF GROUND FROM TATTINO CHAMP

AT THE COUNTY FAIR

TO THE QUEEN OF NATIONAL WHAT-HAVE-YOU

WEEK,

COUNT SAMSON CALYPSO

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BROADCASTING

THE MOMENTBus

NEWS

TO AN ANXIOUS PUBLIC.

LET'S BE FAIR- THE PRIZE FOR

HAVING THE MOST FRECKLES SHOULD GO TO.

THE LADIES ONCE IN A WHILE.

NOW THAT YOUVE CAUGHT THE BIGGEST

· FISH-WHAT CAN YOU PO

WITH IT". EXCEPT: HAVE YOUR PICTURE

· TAKEN T

FICTION SHELF

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