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Show Columnist Soft-Shoeing to Press: The rousing click of Mike Todd's production, "As the Girls Go," sprouts a type of musical orchid in the Winter Garden that Ziegfelo once planted in the Broadway jungles. Bobby Clark's rampaging in the hit proves again he is not merely a star but a comet. . . Mike's sensayuma is like this: The showman made and dropped a fortune for-tune justlikethat. The other day he informed an interviewer: " 1 have been recuperating from prosperity!" Tweaking Hollywood's nose isn't the playful sport it used to be when you witness fine cinemas like "Joan of Arc," "Johnny Belinda" or "The Snake Pit." . . . Malcolm Johnson's NY Sun series about waterfront mobsters is Pulitzer-bait. . . . Inside darkest Manhattan: Ladeez of the evening steer clear of six-footers-fear they might be slooths. . . . The upper right-hand corner of Look's page 31 has a photo of modoll Wendy Burden that is bound to make male blood pressure zoom. Miguel Mouse has outlasted all the other stars. Been amusing the public for two decades. . . . Why the adjective colossal is popular In Movieville: The cost of Technicolor alone in some recent re-cent flicks is more than one million mil-lion bux. . . . Richard Wid-mark's Wid-mark's portrayal of a meanie with a Dracula chuckle helped him scale the heights but repetition repe-tition of the same characterization characteriza-tion is starting to wear thin. ... J. Benny can be funny without using mental maladies as a subject. Whoever dreamed up those antl-VD antl-VD subway placards merits a bravo. Publicity at its most potent. . . . Mag scrivener Fred Allhoff once offered the best description of Tallulah: "Trying to put Miss Bank-head Bank-head on paper is like trying to stuff a tornado into a bottle." . . . Most arresting feature on telesee is interviews in-terviews with children. Topflight human interest. . . . There's been a rash of private eye films. However, none has matched the meller-diller that started the cycle: "The Maltese Falcon." Standees at hit shows have their own "laws." They reserve a spot by tossing a coat over the railing. Thai remains their vantage point throughout through-out the performance. . . . Agnei Moorehead's recording of "Sorry, Wrong Number" strums the spine until un-til it quivers with tingles. . . . A dagger dag-ger couldn't pierce you any deeper than the nasal squeals of radio's ayem tenors. . . . Replicas of Arturo Godfrey's God-frey's easy-going manner are all over the kilocycles. None has been able to match the original. . . . Connie Haines' songalogues on the Paramount stage purr nicely. Her figger also fills a gown expertly overflowing in the right places. The 500-seater Trans-Lux (on 72nd St.) has some eye-filling decor a midget Music Hall. . . . Listen to Sophie Tucker and you'll understand why no one has been able to usurp her coon-shouting franchise. Wotta film her biog would make! It's practically a history of show biz. . . . The downfall of political forecasters fore-casters doesn't seem to hamper the sportscasters and their predictions on a string of bootball games. Nothing Noth-ing could be so-whatter. . . . Few can equal Robert Montgomery's knack for putting the crackle in a flip crack. His fooling in the "June Bride" film is saucy, sassy and slick. Bob Hope's recording of "Buttons "But-tons and Bows" is one of the most ear-beguiling versions of that listenable lilt. . . . The revival re-vival of "The Roosevelt Story" at the Republic Thittir on B'way gives you another opportunity to enjoy it. Nothing is more dramatic than seeing FDP and listening to his memorable voice. . . . Boos are deafening when Cong. Thomas appears in newsreels. He certainly rates being number one in the Iliss Parade. Disc-jocks oughta spin Artie Shaw's . old theme song, "Nightmare," "Night-mare," more often. The weird melody mel-ody makes the vertebrae tingle. . . . The only place the world still looks nice and peaceful is in the travelogues. Their camera lens must be rose tinted. . . . One of the agreeable surprises in the movie, "Unfaithfully Yours," is Rudy Vallee's amusing portrait of a snob The guy can act. . . . The ditty, "Bluebird of Happiness." has a nice swing to its melody, but the lyrics wear corn tassels. Sound like a 6peech from "East Lynne." You can't win: Hollywood has always al-ways been paddled for ignoring reality. real-ity. Now some movie reviewers quibble quib-ble that "The Snake Pit" is too realistic! realis-tic! . . . Oddest initial monicker belongs be-longs to an actress in "Edward, My Son." Leueen Macgralh. . . . No wonder won-der usherettes in legit show places are so purty. Most of 'em are stage struck and use their salaries to pay jot drama lessons. . . . Don't believe those fables about Hollywood producers being be-ing nincompoops. Most are hep gents and one producer is a Phi Beta Kappa man. . . . Union Sq. soapboseri bate a new target: Pollsters. |