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Show Man About Totcn Democrat chiefs are grim over the report that Time-Life publinsher H. Luce's private poll shows 13 million are for Wallace. That's about 10 per cent of the population . . . Jim Farley Far-ley threw a private party for 2T political writers. Said he wouldn't consider running as veepee on any losing ticket and he feels sure the Trumanagerie can't win . . . The presidential situation is a mess. Truman won't listen to Wallace. Dewey won't listen to Taft and Eisenhower won't listen to the people. peo-ple. . . . NBC banned Spike Jones version of "My Old Flame" long ago. "Too gruesome." Pretty small-time, small-time, too . . . This is the opening paragraph of Time's International section: "Every month brings a calamity graver than most major battles. Millions pass into slavery between one week and the next. The fate of whole continents swings with a day's news. A fifth of the world's people are involved in actual war. No place, from the Congo to Spitsbergen, Spits-bergen, is safe. Nobody is secure." , . . This is the news weekly that repeatedly chastised us for "frightening "fright-ening the people" and "warning of the danger of another war." Fly-Swatter Dept.: A Congressional Congres-sional board now urges a 10 billion bil-lion dollar airplane program to "head off the next war" . . . The New York Post's foreign chief, P. 8. Mowrer, reviewing the Czech crisis, concluded: "The depressing depress-ing thing Is the pattern. It gives me a sickening feeling of this Is where I came in. The pattern is for war!" . . . Columnist Marquis Child's report: "Until the disaster to Czechoslovakia there was a comforting feeling here In Washington Wash-ington that the danger of war was something fairly remote, a matter of five or seven years. The comfortable com-fortable assurance has vanished." . . . Some fellow-newspapermen try to make our predictions look bad. But the fellow-travelers In Europe make them look good. Postcard Poll This Is the final report re-port on the "I want to see as our next president "postcard pool Over 100,000 postcards came In. Eisenhower 36,007 Wallace 19,374 Dewey 10,221 Vanderberg 5,817 Truman 5,060 Stassen 4,684 Taft 3,331 I can't resist adding this footnote. Bricker of Ohio, who for years has been getting away with the counterfeit counter-feit claim that the people of this country wanted him for president, polled exactly 105 postcards. This columnist (tsk, tsk) polled more than 500. Politically speaking, this means that the only thing Bricker can carry is his suitcase. Memos Of A Midnighter That John (Inside U.S.A.) Gunthcr would merge with Commentator Van-dercook's Van-dercook's former wife was recorded here when she went to the Virgin islands for her division . -. . Satira, the Chicago dancer now in a Cuban prison for 13 years, will appeal on the grounds that the shooting of her lover took place aboard an American ship flying the Yank flag outside "Cuban Jurisdiction" . . . George Truman and Clifford Evans, who romped around the world in Piper Cubs, will aim for the headlines with a round-trip to South America. Via an "unfeasible route" . . . Toy magnate L. Marx Is supposed to have offered one million bux to General Eisenhower's campaign if he would have run for president When Bob Benehley was sharlnr Carnegie Hall office with Dorothy Parker, his work was constantly Interrupted by telephone calls for her. "Is Dorothy Tarker there?" someone asked. "No, she Isn't." "Are you sure Dorothy rrkrr Isn't there?" Insisted the voice. "Positive," Bob assured. "Well," the phone caller persisted, per-sisted, "how do you KNOW Dorothy Doro-thy Isn't there?" "Because," he replied, "this Is the men's room at the Waldorf." The End of Don Wahn: Philip Stack's name must be familiar tc you. He has been contributing to this column over the name of Don Wahn for 23 years. His offerings always al-ways popped up In other places . . . In an army magazine signed by someone else, usually by s G L hoping his girl might see It . . But many times chorus girl 01 plain Jane Doakes would open he purse and reveal several of then clipped or torn from the column His last note was In the hnndwrit. Ing wt were so familiar with for I quarter of a century: "1 am incur bly 111." It said. "1 leave everything every-thing to my wife. Goodbye. I'M Stack." And then at 10 mlnutfi past midnight Phil Jumped from thi Gibson firm's offices. A cob drivel racing north said he saw the bod) plummeting down. Now ht li t nd the last Don Wahn he lubml ted was set In type for tht tr night he jumped, dam it |