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Show Newsman Almost Got Kissed By Glamorous Platinum Jean By FREDERICK C. OTHMAN WASHINGTON, Jan. 29 (UP) I nearly got kissed by Jean Harlow, Har-low, today. Ooeht I atill feel ahlvery. ' - ' This blond siren or the screen, smelling elegant with some 140 an ounce perfume, oame to Washington with Robert Taylor, the new matinee mati-nee Idol, to help along the president's presi-dent's birthday ball tomorrow night Taylor didn't smell, except of tooth pasts, and neither of them seemed to be suffering much from influenza despite earlier reports that Taylor should be in a hospital. At Breakfast The movie moguls invited me and a couple of dosea other newspaper men to meet this glamorous pair at a 10 o'clock breakfast at the Mayflower May-flower hotel. I told my bride when I got up thla morning that she didn't need to fix me any oatmeal because I was having breakfast with a lady downtown. . "What ladyr she asked. "Jean Harlow," said L escaping. The cinema experts were plying the press with whisky sours when la walked Jean and Robert Oh, my gosh; oh, my gee. They started walking around the dlnlnr room, kissing people! Jean did the kissing; kiss-ing; Robert merely shook hands with tbe men aad beamed on the ladies. "Smack It's delightful to see you again." said the honey haired Miss Harlow time after time aa aha walked around the room greeting old friends. Maybe? Net So - I wasn't aa eld. friend, but I thought maybe aha might make a mistake. "Jumping jeepers!" said I to my self as sbs approasbed me. -She is about to klas me. Wheel" So the movie men said: "Mr. Othman, Miss Harlow." It was a thrilling moment Miss Harlow's perfume enveloped me. Her red fox fur tickled my boss aa she came close and gave me a eoulful look with her big,blue eras. But shucks, she just said, "How do yoa do?" and walked on. Smack r I heard her kiea the aromaa aa my left Broken hearted, I didnt even look to see. |