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Show Fmedum: The Wireless: March of Time's dramatization of the four fliers who bombed a Jap airport with "borrowed "bor-rowed bombs, a stolen transport and a bottle of scotch" was three times as exciting as it appeared here. Deft scripting, gentlemen, paced swiftly and loaded with zing . . . Arthur Hughes' trouping in "Just Plain Bill" via NBC is one reason that program starts its 11th year this week . . . Add Puzzles: Why Helen Hayes hasn't a sponsor. Each time the star guests for someone she perfumes your receiving set with her rare talent . . . Kay Ky-ser's Ky-ser's gripe is echoed here, too: "Why such snappy slogans as 'Slap the Jap'?" . . . Then there's the headline writers who call them "Nips"!!! One of the local drama critics referred re-ferred to a certain ham as a "bum actor." The critic received a sharp note from the victim demanding an apology. The critic replied: "I am pleased to explain and apologize for our proofreader. Believing I had omitted the word 'actor' he inserted in-serted it. A grevious error, which I assure you won't happen again!" There have been some complaints about the number of de luxe bur-lesk bur-lesk shows playing around Broadway, Broad-way, but John Mason Brown doesn't think it is a matter for calling in the police. "Dullness in the theater," he quipped, "is the perfect censor." The gin-rummy craze has reached all the way down to the Bowery, where two bums found a deck of cards in the gutter. They started playing gin for $1 a point imaginary imagi-nary dough, of course. After an hour the bum who owed 38,000 imaginary imag-inary dollars said he was quitting. "Oh, come on, let's play some more," he was coaxed. "No," was the stiff retort, "that's as far as I want to go." Notes of an Innocent Bystander: They are telling the silly about the tough hombre who went into a saloon in Wyoming with a mountain moun-tain lion on a leash. After the stranger drank some whisky he crushed the glass into dust and demanded de-manded a bigger one. Suddenly a rattlesnake started to crawl out of the fellow's vest and he pushed it back, saying: "Don't you come out of there until I send for you, you hear?" "Where you from?" asked the bartender. "Alaska, where they're too tough," was the reply. "They ran me and two other swishes outta there last week." A reader forwards the late Arthur Brisbane's thesis: "How to Be a Better Reporter." In it is this counsel: coun-sel: "Learn to edit your copy. Strike out most of your adjectives, remembering remem-bering the Frenchman's remark: 'The adjective is the enemy of the noun.' Strike out 'very' always!" Very, very good. Quentin Reynolds says some American troops in England go to extremes to impress the girls. One lass urged Reynolds to give her a good report with one soldier's father. fa-ther. "Tell him I'm a nice girl, please?" she asked. "He owns the biggest orange groves in America!" "In what city?" asked Reynolds. "Utica," was the reply. Sad is the life of a gal who has wed A guy with desire to write in his head; Readin' or workin' or standin' or sittin', The gal has to hear the stuff the guy's written. She is the dog that first samples his stuff The life that she leads is what I call tough! F. B. MANN'S WIFE. The Magic Lanterns: There isn't much among the film entries. "Panama "Pan-ama Hattie" is the best of the newcomers, new-comers, but inferior to the stage version. ver-sion. The film is refined, minus the blue tinge. Ann Sothern and Red Skelton caper through the quips and melodies, some of Cole Porter's score lingering . . . "Manila Calling." Call-ing." another war fable, is full of ack-ack and bombs. It's hard to tell a story with so much noise going go-ing on, so they do not worry much about the yarn. Lloyd Nolan heads the fighters and Carole Landis drops in to give the battle some oomph . . . "Counter Espionage" is more war. Typewriter Ribbons: Anon: You can never get ahead of anyone as long as you are trying to get even with him . . . This Week: Diplomacythe Diplo-macythe art of letting someone else have your way . . . T. Riggs: She was oblivious to the attention she created as she walked down the stares . . . Celia Cole: As relaxed as twilight . . . D. T. Lutes: The sky was so blue you wished you could wear it . . . Martin Lorrin: You never waste time; time wastes you . . . Ernest Bucklet: Her face was smudged with fatigue. |