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Show Private Papers Of a Cub Reporter: Here's a story about the time Goering was summoned to Hitler's private chambers to explain the loss of 20 Messerschmitts in a single night's raid . . . Hitler was nervously nervous-ly biting the tips of his paws and moaning over the sour news . . . This disconcerted Hermann . . . "Why are you so worried over 20 planes?" he said. "After all, we still have many more than they" . . . Hitler flew into a tantrum . . . "You fool!" he screamed. "Can't you see disaster ahead? At this rate we'll soon outnumber them only five to one!" Gene Fowler addressed the school of journalism at the Univ. of Missouri Mis-souri . : . Knowing Fowler's colorful color-ful reputation and good nature, the authorities there asked him to lay off "muscle" journalism and other harsh aspects of newsgathering in his talk . . . Fowler agreed, delivered deliv-ered a sugary lecture on the moral code of reporters and the ethics of journalism, all couched (and sound asleep) in copybook maxims . . . Later, he gathered the students and led them outside onto the lawn . . . "Lissen," he said softly, "every word I said in there was strictly off the pitchfork! The most important thing in journalism is the expense account. And remember this drinking drink-ing and gambling expenses are just as legitimate as cab fares and phone calls to a guy tracking down a itory!" Genevieve Eowe, the canary, offered of-fered this repartee between Adolf and Goebbels. Hitler sent for Joe and said: "Did you see what that awful foreign correspondent wrote about me in his piece yesterday? He said I was a murderer, a thief, a butcher welL you must have read It I won't stand for it!' "What'll I do?" asked Goebbels, "have him purged or expelled?" "No," said the mustache, "I'm gonna make him prove it!" Memo to Pulitzer Prize Losers: In 1933 "Tobacco Road," now in its eighth year, could not have won the Pulitzer ribbon for being the best play because it was a dramatization dramatiza-tion of an Erskine Caldwell novel ... In 1934, the Pulitzer play prize went to "The Old Maid" a dramatization drama-tization of a noveL Clarke Eobinson has been squiring squir-ing a couple of British sailors about town. Took them to the Polo Grounds, the Stadium, Radio City Music Hall, Jamaica racetrack and several night clubs, winding up on the sixty-fifth floor at the Rainbow room . . . Later they went onto the balcony and looked over New York city by night from the sixty-fifth story a magnificent sight . . . Robinson Rob-inson asked them what Impressed and awed them most. "I dunno," said one of them. "I think I should say what awed me most was the way you serve tea in those wee bags." The Japs literally kicked Wilfrid Fleisher, Herald Trib correspondent, correspond-ent, out of Tokyo several months ago . . . Yet, in his mail the other day came a formal invitation from the director of the Japanese Institute in New York to ship tea at Rockefeller Center "in honor of the returned residents res-idents of Japan." (Note to that Institute: In-stitute: The little man who wasn't there was Wilfrid.) Roland Brown' reminder to all Hollywood celebs (who get big heads) in the current heat wave in Hollywood: "In weather like this, don't forget the cooling system gets the biggest billing!" AVu York Newsreel: The Inspiring "I Am an American Day" ceremonies in Central park oceans of humanity making public their love affair with America. And the thousands of new citizens opening open-ing their hearts to the wonderful country that opened its gates to them . . . Carloads of families leav-, leav-, ing the city every week-end, eager for a whiff of peace and beauty and gathering energy for next week's struggle for existence . . . The chalking on the sidewalk at 45th Street and 5th: "What have the people peo-ple got against this world?" . . . People exiting from clubs and fraternal fra-ternal groups In mkltown, standing on the sidewalk gabbing and saying good-by to each other by easy stages . . . The gapboxers in Union square who wear their ignorance on their tongues and can't take heckling, although al-though they demand freedom of speech for themselves. .Inbles on Klxth Ave. watching (he day tiek by. as each cmpty-n.'irvled cmpty-n.'irvled minute adds rust to their live punishment without crime . Frayed intellectuals in the Vth ve. Jibr;iry trying to ercfipc barbed wire reality by plunging into the shelter of a hook . . . Waitresses holding their smiles like torches, trying try-ing to please you and trying to hide the far. t that their Jobs do not please therri . . . Celebs taking public ac-rlaim ac-rlaim vhile trying to avoid privalrj vhi-pers ready to pounr on tbern and spoil It all. |