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Show Ill $ MAN ABOUT TOWN Sallies In Our Alley: Chums hear . that war hero Flip Cochran "went , through every dime he had" fooling around the zig-zaggy cotton market. mark-et. .. . Preston Sturges, the film producer, is such a stickler for perfect per-fect grammar that he argues with waiters all over town whenever he sees a word used incorrectly on a menu. That's a new way of aggravating aggra-vating yourself! ... We hear Sally Rand is weary of courtroom scenes and may retire. . . . One of the Zanzibar employees is such a ham he bought $300 worth of looking-glasses looking-glasses (to put all over his apt.) so that he can see how small he is from any angle. . . . Gail Barber. Village Corner strip-teaser, was bitten bit-ten by a dawg recently and the bowwow died two days later! The Miami rain fell as it did In the Jeanne Eagela show, "Rain," and the wind howled for two nights (sometimes at 42 miles per hour). But the Florida gazettes referred to the storm as "squalls" . . . Squalls? Midget hurricanes! . . . Flor-idians Flor-idians with a sensayuma call them "Yankee breezes" . . . And Just when California's Governor Warren arrived. Haw! ... Florida's Governor Caldwell handled it adroitly, saying: "We j had these storms to make Governor Warren feel at home." The Late Watch: Tip the feature editors that Howard Hughes has a good story about the people he is rewarding for helping him live after his plane crash. A fire chief out there is among them. . . . Remember Re-member Bob Crawford? He composed com-posed the famous song, "Off We Go Into the Wild Blue Yonder, dum-de dum-de dum deedle - de - dummmm!" Well, he's opened a spot called The Blue Yonder in Miami. He says the brass hats never gave him any rec- i ognition for it or the 39 months he I flew with the air corps! And some guys got army diplomas for weekending week-ending over there! Fine thing. Washington Sq. Vignette: Tbey tell this story around the square. . . . They add that It may not be true but then again it may. . . . Two little boys (with the unknowing cruelty cruel-ty of children) were plaguing a friend because he was lame. ... A woman paused and told them that they shouldn't poke fun at anyone less fortunate than they. . . . Besides, she said, just because he couldn't use his legs didn't mean he wasn't just as strong and brave as they were. . . . The last great President, Presi-dent, she said, became President, Presi-dent, though paralysed. . . . "And be," she continued, "was as strong and brave as any man living. I know. You see I was his wife." Ills name Is Bob Turner . . . Was a Zanuck hireling before the war but never made a film. . . . Understudied Under-studied in a couple of shows last season but rarely got on stage. . . . He became friendly with a girl working on a movie mag, who put his picture in the July issue. . . . Since then he's received 5,000 tan letters from every state. Hawaii, South Africa and even India. . . . Has 124 fan clubs, a monthly newspaper news-paper and a quarterly magazine put out by the clubs. . . . He's been swamped with marriage proposals and has been forced to move because be-cause he never got any rest . . . Because he said his hobby was collecting col-lecting giraffes, he's received 35 miniature giralTes. . . . He's the most famous unknown person in the business. ... But despite his great populurlty and fame he can't get a job! Third Act: (By Don Wahn): I thought the lovely party never ended. ... I thought the violins would never die. ... I thought that love was gay and rich and aplendid. . . . And that the moon was married to the sky. . . . And then I heard the awesome sound of thunder. . . . The lightning light-ning flashed and I was numb with fear. . . . And, childlike, 1 could only stare In wonder. . . . And trace the landscape, desolate deso-late and drear. ... I turned to you and you were while and ahaken. . . . And love was but a gray and misty ghost. . . . And we were trapped, forgotten and forsaken. ... By all the lures that we had chrrlshrd most. . . . And on the lips that nee were surely mine. . . . There were no words no laughter laugh-ter and no wine! luotatlon Marksmanship: Anon, t a can't fool all the people all the time but it Isn't necessary. . . . Evelyn Knight: A gal with that fur-away fur-away look in her eyes. . . . Thomas Hardy: A lover without indiscretion Is no lover at all. . . . Anon: Habits i are at first cobwebs, then cables. . . . John Ersklne: Music is Uie only language in which you cannot say a mean or sarcastic thing. . . . L)e Casseres: Hope is the gay pajamas j we wear over yesterday s bruises. ... A Hounie: Her dimpled knee j stared right bark at me. |