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Show For Wendell Willhie: You were America at all its bet As clean and fresh as any prairie wind, And when you took your final journey You left a fragrant memory behind. Yet now the little men who cried you down Shed unctuous tears and claim you as their own, 'And fit you with m smug, unwieldy crown Which they well know that you had long outgrown; You were America . . . and million weep Who felt in you a comrade and a friend. And yet we have your prophecy to reap, A prophecy you left at journey s end . . . America is big enough for all . . . The poor, the weak, the humble and the small! Don Wahn. The Magazines: Pip of a SEPiece by Lieut John Mason Brown, deftly test - tubing differences between Americans and Britishers. The importance im-portance of such an article should not be underestimated. A primary requisite for international friendship friend-ship is a keen understanding of other nations. Broadway Smalltalk: Malcolm Meacher is no longer writing for the March of Time because of its refusal to deal with the issues on Margaret Halsey's best - seller, "Some of My Best Friends Are Soldiers." Sol-diers." . . . Customs men have detained de-tained a Met singer in Miami, who returned from Brazil the other day with undeclared gems valued at over $15,000. . . . Hoagy Car-michael's Car-michael's music for Ballet Russe will be called "Swing Street." . . . Don Ross, the Chicago reporter who went to Warner's for a job in the press dep't, wound up as an actor in Ida Lupino's next flicker. . . . For the first time since the war started N. Y. university is hazing freshmen. . . . F. Sinatra wishes the egg-thrower egg-thrower would come over to some gym with him "for a workout." GIs are confused. General Eisenhower Eisen-hower wears the four stars of his rank on the left side of his shirt collar, col-lar, while Generals Bradley and Marshall wear them on the right. . . . The reason is that U. S. army regulations state: "All articles of uniform for wear by the General of the armies and the Chief of Staff are such as each may prescribe for himself" ... So General Eisenhower could wear a derby and the four stars on the seat of his pants, if he liked. Ass't President Byrnes has asked for a trained staff of 25,000 persons to start termination of war contracts. con-tracts. It will be Washington's biggest big-gest postwar agency. . . . F. Sinatra will sing for troops in the S. Pacific. . . . The other day Her Highness, accompanied by four bodyguards, invaded a Fifth avenue shop, upset the gaping personnel and routine of the place and then bought $14 worth of stuff. What they don't announce is that an entertainer, overseas for two years, is in a Paris hospital with a severe case of shell shock. . . . Every Ev-ery time we read the insults hurled by a few critics at showfolks who go overseas we think of Carole Lombard and the actor victims in that Lisbon plane crash. Love Letter: The weary town will soon be fast asleep, The moon is cold and pitiless as doom, And yet we have a rendezvous to keep, Within the shadows of a quiet room... The candlelight tints beauty on your face, The wine- will steal reality away, And vows we make can quietly efface The terror of a new, unwanted day . . . And so it goes for those who chase a star, The search may end in heartbreak and defeat, But there is always magic where you are, A magic that is tremulous and sweet... And who will have more lovely scars to show, If you and love should ever chance to go? Don Wahn. Sounds in the Night: In the Zanzibar: Zanzi-bar: "She's mean enough to be the heroine of a best-selling novel." ... In La Conga: "His radio program pro-gram is where a good gag goes when it dies." ... In Lindy's: "Excuse me, lady. I was just trying to make a dream come true." ... At the-Copacabana: the-Copacabana: "If they carry Maine they won't be doing anything different dif-ferent than the banks there have been doing for years!" The Magic Lanterns: The nation can keep warm this winter merely by viewing clinches between Hedy Lamarr and Paul Henried, who start a bonfire of emotion in a swift spy-meller, spy-meller, "The Conspirators." Everything in "Sweet and Low-lown" Low-lown" plays second fiddle to Benny Goodman's clarinet. Too bad the scenario isn't in tune with the music. . . . Fibber McGee and Molly's "Heavenly Days" gently twits Washington. Difficult to understand under-stand why legislative namby-pambies were leery about' releasing it |