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Show WRITER TURNS LENS ON FIRST NIGHTERS By LOUIS SOBOL Snapshots at Random! Excursion boats grey ghosts of summer linger in Manhattan's harbors, dreaming of warm days and calm nights, soft music and whispers in the dark... Now deserted and alone, their kiss is the chill touch of icy waters their music the north wind sweeping down deserted decks while they rock disconsolate in the embrace ! Cinemadirector Gregory LaCava land Exile Dan Winkler . , . The ! subtly suggestiveness of the sinuous beauty of Neymo Holt as she weaves ! through a gentle hula in the Ha-. Iwaiian room of the Hotel Lexington. Quarter-Hawaiian, this college bred I lass and alluring . . . The intellectual intellec-tual queers, vociferously gay. in the! bizarre bistro in the Village known simply as Ernie's. Funnyman Jack Waldron opens j I at -the Yacht club and topples thej i tables with his machine-gun onslaught on-slaught of patter . . . Here, too. 'the piano-busting queen of swing, Frances Faye. returns for a new engagement en-gagement and the evening is noisy and merry . . . Air Ace Dick Merrill Mer-rill at the Paradise, shrugging his shoulders in denial of the report I that Colette Lyons was to become jMrs. Merrill the First . . . Jack Oaterman bringshii JirighLjalUea, into the Cavalier club and heckles hecklers, while over at Mario's Mi-rador, Mi-rador, the shapely nudist, Chrystal Aymes, confesses that it was once Ames and when more closely pressed admits her real name is Alice Lundgren and that most men are cads! . . . The merry, eager youngsters who toss about nightly j in the Big Apple at the Hollywood. of a damp November foe. Her shoulders wrapped in cur-tailed cur-tailed red fox capelet, Beatrice Kaufman, escorted to the premiere of Clifford Odets' "Golden Boy" at the Belasco, bemoans the recent theft of her sable wrap the other night and accuses herself of negligence negli-gence "I'm always losing things rings, bracelets my head sometimes and no insurance always al-ways forget about insurance" . . . Playwright Moss Hart murmurs: "I'd like to say something bright, but all I can think of is 'Life is like that.' That's not so good, is it?" The theater quivers with applause and calls for Odets and he scurries from his perch in the rear of the house down the aisle to get on the stage ... Ghastly pale Fannie Hurst in virginal white, golden-blondish golden-blondish Hope Hampton, Novelist-Photographer Novelist-Photographer Carl Van Vechten, his white hair ifor a change) closely cropped and pressed head-close ; spoken Arthur Kober (insisting now he is back in Manhattan to stay, he hopes), Actor-Critic Robert Bench-ley, Bench-ley, Sports Commentator Grantland Rice these are a few whose familiar famil-iar faces stud the first night's panorama. pano-rama. A perceptible lull punctuated the political (perhaps) conversation of Edwin C. Hill and ex-Ambassador Walter Evans Edge, at the Trianon room of the ambassador, as both I gallants stop to stare after comely Ketti Gallian ... A few seconds later their view is,. blocked by Secretary Sec-retary of War Woodring ... In the Madison avenue Trans-Lux news-reel news-reel theater Al Smith hears a loud cough as Mayor LaGuardia's portly form fills the screen in the March of Time exposure he turns and sees Jimmy Walker reaching for a handkerchief. Eddie Davis' spiritual chants hold the attention of two sad-look-tng gentlemen in Leon at Eddie's |