Manhattan's garishly grand Roxy Theater offered Al Jolson $40,000 a week to appear six times daily on the Roxy stage. Last week he turned it down.
No one who had ever heard his shamelessly sentimental braying of Tin Pan Alley ballads would believe it, but to hear Al Jolson tell it, he still has stage fright. Said he: "I die every time I go on the stage. . . . What's the use of falling on my face?" He didn't have to. At 61, Mammy-Man Jolson was in the chips. Two years ago he was sick, and though not broke,...
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