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Show U 1 - -- -i Man About Town: New York Novelette: Mr. Pirolle ran a good restaurant on West 45th Street for a long time . One of his patrons a few years ago was a young writer, who'd hang up a tab for two or three months until he peddled a piece then he'd pay up . . "You won't regret this," he used to tell Mr. Pirolle, "some day I'll make good and do you a good turn" The other day Pirolle got a letter from the success . . It told of a restaurant in Hollywood that needed better management. The pay was big plus free rent in a nice huge house for Pirolle and his wife . . Pirolle sold his 45th Street restaurant and is now bound for Movietown, where most of his old customers are anyway . Including In-cluding one who didn't forget Preston Sturges. Manhattan Murals: The lights on the marquee of a newsreel theater: "Crime Doesn't Pay" "Italians Retreat" . . . The Peke in a Madison Madi-son Avenue restaurant who gets a daily saucer of orange juice for breakfast . . The baseball arguments argu-ments creeping into the Main Stem conversations a whiff of Spring . The Sixth Avenue bookshops where you can get Shakespeare for a nickel . . . The meticulous manner in which the pastries are arranged in Lindy's windows like a Rockette precision parade . . . Times Square on a Saturday eve resembling an annex at Fort Dix. Portrait of a Man Playing the Typewriter: No wonder Wayne King's dreamy music still is popular after all these years; no brass, no earachers, no blasts. Just music . No quip has been credited to so many "originators" "origi-nators" as the one about the husband's hus-band's postcard to his wile saying: "Having Wonderful Time Wish You Were HER!" The March Reader's Digest reminds re-minds the appeasers, via a former attache in Berlin, that we couldn't do business with the Nazis, unless we became Nazifled . Quentin Reynolds' literary lace in Collier's: "Lisbon is a city under death, and her bright lights are really her funeral fu-neral candles" . . . The Supreme Court ruled that it was illegal to imitate clothes styles . . . Bet that decision scared the dickens ontta a lotta colyumists . . . What the RAF is holding back was neatly recorded by Dorothy Thompson: "If Britain falls the weight of the whole world will be on the side of the Fascist elements in the U. S.: Trade, weapons, weap-ons, propaganda, armies and fleets" ... We hope that makes it clear. One of the constructive things ASCAP should do is stop those orchestra or-chestra leaders, such as the one who sticks his moniker on lovely Cuban melodies obscure composers create. Wonder how much truth there is to that buzz about Hitler and Goer-ing Goer-ing being miffed with each other? . . . Goering, the legend has it, is in the doghouse because of his failure fail-ure in the skies over Britain And that it's no secret in Vienna that his frau entered a loge at a theater and was booed until she departed de-parted . . . Supposed to be "inside "in-side stuff" swapped in State Dep't corridors. Wonder what's become of Sam Goldwyn's threat of several months ago to wipe out double features? And that promise to fire members of the "ism" groups off the relief payrolls? ... Or the predictions of dramatic critics that plays without scenery "were here to stay"? The height of something or other is that radio trio who flung a lawsuit ' against a movie firm for using "their" billing: "Tom, Dick and Harry." Hmfl Two magazines that attracted considerable attention before start ing (only to flop) were Ken and Stage . . . Verne Marshall was lam-basted lam-basted out of the public eye by a barrage bar-rage of word-bullets . Every knock is a boost, huh? . . Notice how many of the opposition, to everything the Administration attempts at-tempts to do, do so because they personally hate Roosevelt' One day the history books 'will take care of them ail-but they won't have the crimson faces. Their de scendants will carry the burden of shame . . Bob Quillen's comforting comfort-ing thought: A success is a guv who accumulates enough to leave his widow rich when he works himself him-self to death. . n It cost one fellow a pretty pe to discover the origin of the phra7e "What's the point'" tt ,f " cracked when a bore 'te'lls a pott less quip ... It is dice-house linE0 -when a gambler forgets the num I ber the shooter is trying to make ! ... Jan Valtin's book, "Out 07 th! I NighV' is so thrilling his detractor: are trying ,0 make you believe it i isn t true 0f all the so-wotty arguments! ... I can't feel ' for people who lose $260,000 in jeTes i to robbers, as happened to that rfch ! woman. 11Ln J |