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Show Portrait of a Man Pecking at a Portable The N, J. government's dispossessing dispos-sessing of the German-American Bund (from the state) sent the blood racing through my veins .. . . What a victory for all of us who have been taking their insolence aU these years! . . . why the N. Y. press doesn't campaign for similar action I wish I knew ... I'd enjoy printing print-ing his cap and car numbers if I didn't think his employers would scold him for being human . . . Anyway, Any-way, he stopped his Broadway trolley trol-ley the other afternoon to unload some passengers and saw a blind man on the other corner ... He left his tj-olley and escorted the blind one by the wing to the other side of the congested street . . . Then he dang-danged his bell and went on. For the life of me I cannot figure out why "Amapola" is so popular. It has the corniest tune of them all j . . . And when "Intermezzo" is played a la Beguine I feel like yelling: yell-ing: "Stop!!!" . . . Why do they always try to improve on masterpieces, master-pieces, anyhow? . . . The Commodity Com-modity Research Bureau's 1941 Year Book shows that the President's Emergency Proclamation means increasingly in-creasingly strict rationing of vital war materials. We're getting invisible invis-ible ration cards now . . . My idea of a delicacy is the peppery red cabbage cab-bage at Moore's. When I read that the authorities say '"no sabotage," as in that huge Jersey fire, I wonder do the enforcement en-forcement agents know that in York-ville York-ville they brag: "That was our answer an-swer to the closing of Camp Nord-land" Nord-land" . . . If the fire is due to negligence, the insurance companies do not have to pay off. But if it is sabotage, they have to pay immediately immedi-ately . . . Mr. G.-Man Hoover told me that the stories about the fire were inaccurate at first. That instead in-stead of the damage being 25 millions, mil-lions, it was only two . . . That were wasn i a unng-mere oi a defense de-fense nature or for Britain and that no sabotage had been detected detect-ed ... In short, colyumists are not alone when it comes to getting wrong steers even newspaper editors edi-tors fall hard for them now and then like we ordinary people . . . I know, I know. I'm not a journalist journal-ist .. . I'm merely a jeernalist, Tch, tch, tch. The story of the week most unlikely un-likely to be confirmed: Japanese propagandists in the U. S. have just reieasea me iouowing nasn: inat "the Chinese invaded California in 500 A. D." . . . Something to worry about, huh? ... It must be wonderful won-derful to be an out-of-towner and visit the Big Street for the first time and see those lights ... It seems wonderful to me, who has lived among them so long and I get a belt, too, out of watching watchers watch them. I see news here and there and hear it, too, that Washington, D. C, is getting so crowded with people that it has become the nation's boom town. And that Broadway showmen and others are seriously thinking of opening night clubs there to cash in quickly . . . But they would be the suckers if they did . . . Apparently they do not know that Washington is still an early town, and that on Saturday Satur-day night the bars must close by midnight ... It is not a place where they stay up late since nearly near-ly all of them must be up early with the other worms . . . The numerous parties given by the elite and officials there almost nightly consume all the best customers, anyway any-way and that's on-the-cuff. Notes of an Innocent Bystander Broadway Alien: The orchids go to the editorialist on the N. Y. Times for this: "The Dionne quintuplets are seven years old. In many respects re-spects it is a woman's most delightful de-lightful age. At seven she sits on a man's knee without hesitation, affected af-fected or genuine, and without put- ting the knee to sleep. Unlike the older women of the household, she enjoys listening to him. In fact, she encourages him to talk, and she believes be-lieves any story he tells her. Her curiosity over what became of his loss is unquestionably sincere. While unduly interested, perhaps, in the state of his exchequer and never too proud to accept pecuniary aid, she is no gold-digger whose gratitude is measured by the amount of the contribution. con-tribution. For as little as two copper cop-per cents she will bear-hug his spectacles spec-tacles aU out of shape, and he feels sure she means it." Manhattan Murals: The subway singers who have switched from torch tunes to patriotic themes . . . The sign in the druggist's: "Do you have tattle-tale gray matter?" . . . The Greenwich Village gin-mil which conspicuously features a sign advertising the poor quality of its coffee . . . The 8th Avenue barber shop's sign: "Satisfied Haircuts or Your Hair refunded!" . . . The 42nd Street hawker selling "glamour ties" plain cravats with noisy stripes. 1 |