Salt Lake Telegram | 1932-04-30 | Page 4 | Walter Winchell on Broadway

Walter Waltel Winchell On Broadway Copyright 1932 by Dally Daily Mirror Inc During DurIn Illness Ulness of Mr Winchell this column Is being conducted by Paul Suicide Room I live U In a suicide room high over Washington Square Where the sun peeps In every cry morning morningTo To see sec If Im I'm still sUIl there And the moon looks In every evening In the st stealth alth of or its sliver silver barrage And chuckles and lingers a moment To wish me a bon hon voyage And all through the day y theres there's a south uth wind That darts through m my muddled domain And It tags me and turns turn me and whispers whispers- Why go on with the pain Yet down in m my heart theres there's a clamor To live and to laugh and to sin But the sun and the moon and the tho south wind Arc Are stronger than I and l and thc they win 41 0 The Rueful Roue When I was WIlS sixteen m my ambitious parents encouraged encouraged en my association with girls Now that I am sixty sisty my precautions children warn me against it Ive I've searched zealously but nowhere In the Ten Commandments is one admonished to obey his children Accordingly I shall continue to obey my parents 0 0 Broadway Broad where the only time they praise you Is when it will nUl do you OU no good Milt IUt MUt Gross 0 0 0 The Marital Areno Dave e Murray vows that nowadays a widow isa Isa Is Isa a lady whose husband died before she could divorce him 0 0 S SOn On Exhibit Grant Withers ran into Alice Allce Joyce for lor the first time In several years cars at ot Phil Rosen's celeb party Sunday afternoon and the screen n stars be bc- gan an reminiscing When was the last time you saw me Inquired Inquired In In- Grant Oh it was less than a year ago replied the lovely Mice Alice I saw one of or your our pictures in Philly Philly- Grant Interrupted with a full-face full beam beamon on on a speakeasy wall she ahe concluded S S S Broadway where 90 00 of or the girls arc are working girls and the other 10 are working men Irving Irving I Spring Fever Spring Sprin has come and I must hark To the lovers in the park To the growing things that flood Wonder in m my sluggish blood I must sniff the air and cope With U this s restless thing called hope WISH and WANT VANT for God knows what Will I get it I shall not Jayne Sayre Broadway where they slap yon you on the back in the hope that Its It's J. sunburned J. J Levine Lc The rho New York Scene She was old and wrinkled and the rags hung from Crom her withered form like Ike the faded leaves of a willow tree Shuffling into a Madison Ave coffeepot cot cof fee pot fee pot she begged berged a bowl of soup The proprietor sat her down in the far corner Tears streamed down her cheeks They buried burled me old man in Potters Potter's Field today knows he be was a louse a downright louse she sobbed robbed but he was the only company I had 0 That when Paul Pall Whiteman played the Palace t theater ater minus pounds of 01 weight six si of oC his muSICians musicians musicians mu mu- saw an audience for the first time tune and fainted of or stage stare