1.0The News Journalhttps://qa.thenewsjournal.netrich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="iNY2eiR9Jm"><a href="https://qa.thenewsjournal.net/going-hippodrome-pt-one/">Going to the Hippodrome (pt. one)</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://qa.thenewsjournal.net/going-hippodrome-pt-one/embed/#?secret=iNY2eiR9Jm" width="600" height="338" title="“Going to the Hippodrome (pt. one)” — The News Journal" data-secret="iNY2eiR9Jm" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! 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Of course that was when stars were STARS…Clark Gable, Gary Cooper, Tyrone Power, Humphrey Bogart, Claudette Colbert, Barbara Stanwyck. But today it’s different. What was once known as ‘star quality’ no longer exists. I could be standing next to Steven Seagal in the checkout lane at the supermarket and I wouldn’t know him from Adam. Try comparing Julia Roberts to Carol Lombard – I dare you. Arnold Schwarzenegger an actor? Don’t be ridiculous. Even the character actors who gave the movies such depth were more recognizable than some of our highest paid stars of today. True movie fans will remember the faces of Adolph Menjou, Peter, Larre, Sidney Greenstreet, Walter Brennan, Ward Bond, and who could forget the soft-spoken Fay Bainter…or Beaulah Bondi, Marjorie Main, or the ever delightful Spring Byington. I could hardly suppress my delight when one of them appeared on the screen. “Oh, it’s him (or her) again”! I would almost cry out loud. From the time I was knee high to a grasshopper, I was an avid movie fan. I knew every actor from the highest paid star to the remotest bit player. I knew every movie they had ever appeared in, what studio they were under contract to, and who had been nominated for or had won an Academy Award. I was a regular walking encyclopedia of movie trivia. I honed my craft at the Hippodrome Theater on Main Street in Corbin, KY. The “Hip”, as we called it was my Eden, my Shangri-la. From the time I walked down one of its darkened aisles, found my seat, and waited for the big velvet curtains to swing open and take me into a world of fantasy, I could hardly contain my excitement. From the moment I heard the roar of the MGM lion to the very last reel when THE END and the credits flashed upon the screen, I was completely spellbound. To this day, the playbill at the “Hip” remains etched on my mind. On Fridays and Saturdays the Westerns and “B” pictures, starring Roy and Gene and “Hoppy” and Don “Red” Barry were shown. Their movies were released by Republic and Universal studios. On Sundays and Mondays, the theater ran what was called ‘first run’ movies which were made by the giant studios. MGM, Warner Brothers, Paramount, Twentieth Century Fox, etc. They featured the big stars…Robert Taylor, Cary Grant, Spencer Tracy, Bette Davis, Kathryn Hepburn, Greer Garson, to name a few. I don’t remember what played in the middle of the week because I was only allowed to go to the movies on weekends. Getting the dime, which was the price of admission and a lot of money back then, took a great deal of finagling on my part. I had to wash a lot of dishes and do a lot of begging before Mama and Daddy would let me go. Daddy being the staunch Baptist and a church deacon, didn’t much cotton to my going to the movies anyway, especially on a Sunday. In his puritanical way of thinking, movies were the ‘work of the devil’, and you can be sure that if I didn’t attend church and Sunday School on a Sunday morning, it was a ‘no show’ for me on that Sunday afternoon. When I think about the Hippodrome, I can’t help remembering one of the darkest days of my life. It was the day I cam of age, so to speak. To quote FDR when he announced the bombing of Pearl Harbor, it was ‘a day that will live in infamy’. And even though it wasn’t as earth shattering as the bombing of Pearl Harbor, it was a day that shattered my little world. Marinated Vegetables Myrtle Yaden, London, KY Ingredients 1 can peas, drained 1 can French style green beans, drained 1/4 cup chopped pimentos 1 med. green pepper, sliced into rings 3 small onions sliced and separated into rings 3 stalks of celery, cut crosswise Marinade 1/2 cup salad oil 1/2 cup sugar 1/2 cup vinegar 1/4 tsp. salt 1/4 tsp. pepper Directions Mix marinade dressing ingredients and pour over vegetables. Toss lightly and store in refrigerator over night.