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Show THE PRIVATE PAPERS OF A CVH REPORTER George Baxter, one of the heroes of the recent midtown New York Kim battle, consented to appear on the We, The People program with this provision: That the money be turned over to Leonard Weisberg, the cabbie, who was shot In the throat trying to help Patrolman Ed Mailer, who was murdered . . . George, an apartment house doorman door-man in the neighborhood, heard that the cabbies of the sector were donating do-nating funds for their comrades hospitalization hos-pitalization and he grabbed the radio opportunity to help along . . . Doormen, you might have heard, do not make what is called a salary ... To me, it adds up something like this: A Jew risks his life for an Irishman and in turn receives financial aid from another Irishman . . . What a fine example it is of the bond between Americans . . . It should make the bigoted crawl back into the walls. Morey Amsterdam tells about the agent who got a call at four o'clock one ayem. The ten-percenter was furious . . . "'What's the idea waking wak-ing me up at this hour?" he demanded de-manded ... A British voice answered: an-swered: "I just arrived from England, Eng-land, where I played before the King. I also appeared for two years at the Palladium, 20 months at Grosvenor House, and I need immediate imme-diate representation." The agent was awake by this time, and he didn't want to pass up a good thing . . . "What do you do?" he asked ... "I talk," was the reply . . . "You talk?" screamed the agent "You call me up at four o'clock in the morning tq tell me that you talk! Well, what is so unusual about that?" "What's so unusual about it?" was the answer. "I'm a dog!" Alton Cook, the radio reporter, quoted Kaltenborn's squawk about being misquoted . . . Kaltenborn said "Brevity is the curse of accuracy," ac-curacy," because Cook was brief " and omitted a few words . . . Critic Cook replied gracefully: "The poem was written, you know, about the day the great Casey struck out!" THE NEW YORK SCENE Xew York Novelette: Dick Condon Con-don and Joe Heppner of the New York Walt Disney staff wrote a skit which the producer of "Crazy With the Heat" accepted. They got the usual contract which is for a small percentage of the gross . . . In order to have their collaboration used in the show they had to join the Dramatists" Guild . . . This cost them $8 each . . . The show lasted a week in Boston and less than that in New York . . . Yesterday Yester-day the authors got their checks for 50 cents . . . They lost $7.50 on the deal. Manhattan Morals: The Spanish language place on Madison Avenue where a parrot greets you in Spanish Span-ish as you enter . . . The Hindu-turban'd Hindu-turban'd man on 5th Avenue, the other blustery ayem, with his long, white whiskers kept in order by a hair-net . . . The swank Medical Arts Bldg., which is aghast over the planned hamburger shoppe for a neighbor next month ... To cooperate co-operate with the sector atmosphere however the firm, which usually - gets a jitney for its product, will sell "7c hamburgers" . . . The crowd gathered around Mario, the night cashier, at the 49th Street and 6th Subway station. They say he has a terrific operatic tenor voice . . . The icicles hanging from Ben Franklin's nose in City Hall Park. Broadway Small-Talk: Mildred Dunnock, who plays a teacher in "Corn Is Green," is a schoolmarm during the daytime private tutor . . . Grantland Rice's dghtr may . wed Dalies Frantz . . . Why don't the cops clean up 42nd Street at three ayem? Girls on their way to early Mass were manhandled by some bums there . . . Clever crack: The slogan at the Esquire, Miami: "Bartenders with mixperience" . . . Peggy Joyce was congratulating the divorcing Ethel Merman on her looks. "You look swell!" exclaimed Peggy. "You ought to try marriage more often!" Sally in Our Alley: Over at Ru-ban Ru-ban Bleu they told of the guy who was trying to get out of a woman's apartment with her husband at the doorknob . . . "Quick!" she whispered whis-pered breathlessly. "The window!" . . . "What!" exclaimed the chump, "Do you expect me to jump thirteen stories?" . . . "Lissen, you," snapped the lady, "this is no time to be superstitious!" su-perstitious!" Midtown Vignette: In one of the s gambling houses in the 70s there always al-ways is tea and cake on a tray in the hall directly after you close the door ... If you drink the tea first and then nibble a hunk of devil's food cake, a servant ushers you upstairs up-stairs to the roulette wheels and dice tables ... If you drink the tea first and then pick up a hunk of chocolate cake you are escorted to a dance Boor where beautiful hostesses host-esses whisk you away ... If you drink tea with the cake you don't get in. |