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Show ft 1 r gr A Man About Town: The Story Tellers: The Dec. 2nd Look has this observation by S. Spewack: That the bombings of Britain accomplished this much, at least: The British people realized that property rights aren't as important im-portant as human rights . . . Perhaps Per-haps Life magazine is a jinx. First it went all-out for a baseball rookie who never lived up to their sugary words about him. Then Life threw a book of pretty orchids at a football foot-ball team in Texas which got licked and went right into a losing streak. Now Life hangs a blue ribbon around a show whose star has become very ill and forced the play'i postponement postpone-ment . . . Jim Young's piece in Flying and Popular Aviation is eye-arresting. eye-arresting. The Front Pages: Mr. Woollcott got a little originality into his back-from-Europe interview. He recalled that the funniest thing said in the Old Country during his sojourn was a little ad lib of his own "Oh, to be in England now that Averell is here!" ... He also declined to be quoted on something he could sell which is a line from his character in "The Man Who Came to Dinner" . .' . A local copy-reader has a scrap-book of editorials walloping FDR for allegedly muzzling the press. His title for the collection is "In Defense of Hysteria" ... In "The Chuckling Fingers," (a whale of a crime yarn) the author reports news photogs setting up their tripods. tri-pods. What kinda torpedoes have they out West, holding still for portraiture? por-traiture? They had a horrible time over at Pathe trying to do a newsreel on "Young America Wants to Help" . . . Commentator Tex McCrary was there as were some American kids, Mrs. Roosevelt and an English Eng-lish youngster, who had been evacuated evacu-ated . . . Despair was rampant. Tex was tearing his hair, and cameramen cam-eramen were miserable because the English lad (used once before when he arrived) had acquired full-flowering Brooklynese in a Brooklyn school. He had shown up completely minus his immaculate British accent, ac-cent, and they simply could not get him to say "bawth-room"! Innocent Bystander: Mrs. Roosevelt tells this story about Bunker Hill Monument, of which all New England is proud . . . When it was nearing completion comple-tion there was difficulty" in raising $20,000 which was needed ... A Mr. Laurence of Massachusetts gave $10,000, saying dther New Engenders Eng-enders would surely help . . . But the other $10,000 came not from New Englanders, but from Judah Touro, a Jewish merchant of New Orleans . . . Mrs. Roosevelt likes to tell the story, she explains, "because it is the only piece of American history I ever told my husband that he didn't know before." John Hearst, the newspaperman's boy, met a fellow in Reuben's the other middle-of-the-night, who once trimmed him with an old racket . . . The chap had given him a tip on a horse race, and not only wasn't there such a horse or race but there wasn't even such a town! . . . Hearst simply had to let him know that he was hep to him . . . "Eight years ago," he said, "when you swindled me out of that money, I was awfully mad at you. I wish I could make up my mind what to do to you right now." "I understand," was the retort, "you haven't played a horse tip since. You should thank me for teaching you a lesson!" "Prince" Mike Romanoff, who never posed as a lily, went under the microscopic examination of a magazine several years ago . . . He went through the wringer and managed to survive it . . . The editor of the wallopings, it 'appears, invested a goodly sum in a Hollywood Holly-wood restaurant, and it became the movietown's most prosperous rendezvous ren-dezvous . . . Romanoff, with the support of friends, opened a restaurant res-taurant in the same sector, and he was the one who was most amazed when it turned into a gold mine . . . Recently the editor's place discovered that its clientele was thinning . . . Major air lines which paid a fancy fee to have the editor's sideline prepare the luncheon boxes for its passengers, cancelled its orders or-ders . . . The business was turned over to Mike's place . . . Many of the patrons, who stopped going to the other spot, are now patronizing Romanoff's . . . Revenge, as the saying goes, is saccharine . . . Moral: Mor-al: Never kick an underdog when he's down. He may become your most aggravating competitor. When the alarm was given after a Local Loan Company on 7th Avenue Ave-nue and 41st Street was held up recently, re-cently, a radio police car sirened up to the door . . . Out jumped Officer Wallace of the 14th Precinct, who rushed in yelling: "What's the matter?" mat-ter?" . . . "What's the matter?" shouted the cashier. "Well, you know that lonely cowboy bandit who's been holding up everybody lately? I just passed out $600 in cash to him!" "What!" wisecracked the cop. "Without a co-maker?" |