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Show ll'ffrtlifij :Tj Nntr.s oj an Innocent Bystander: The Magazines: Lieut. John Mason Brown takes a civilian wallop wal-lop at Archibald Henderson, G. B. Shaw's biogger, in The Saturday Review. Henderson kept "I-ing" his way into the narrative, said Brown, until "what was supposed to be Shaw's life managed to become Mr. Henderson's scrapbook" . . . Irving Wallace quotes a couple of fabulous Hollywood shoestringers in Coronet on how they can make profitable flickers so fast. "Because," explained ex-plained the quickie wizards, "we don't have to struggle through red tape, stooges and relatives" . . . Pearl Buck's story, "The Enemy," in Harper's reminds you what wonderful won-derful things can be done with words, if you have talent . . . Wooll-cott's Wooll-cott's brilliant story of a refugee in Reader's Digest points out that our first refugees were called Pilgrims an observation that this dep't last-lined more than a year ago . . . Looky, you mag correspondents at the Fronts: We aren't panting to know how bumpy your plane rides are, or how ousylay your meals. Let's have something about the war and the warriors . . . Commenting on the news that three thousand dead Japs received medals from their gov't, Time observes: "Tha interesting thing was not that Japan had so many heroes, but that the heroes were dead." Punchy sarcasm. sar-casm. The Front Pages: With a second front raging on African sands and a third front blazing on Guadalcanal, Guadal-canal, some editorialists are still whooping it up for a second front . . . Hanson Baldwin's lucid military mili-tary essays about the Solomons, in the Times, are another glorious page of journalism's war reportage ... As soon as the gazettes finished fin-ished patting Congress for having the moxie to pass the 'teen age draft bill before the elections, Congressional Con-gressional monkey-wrench throwers made certain it would be deferred until after them . . . The editors have jumped to the defense of the AP in the gov't anti-trust action against the news service. They claim it threatens freedom of the press. Could be. But who tried to defend that freedom when the racing rac-ing sheets were banned from the stands? The Intelligentsia: Carl Sandburg's Sand-burg's epic four-volume treatise of Lincoln and the Civil War has been digested into a single meaty volume, vol-ume, "Storm Over the Land" (Har-court, (Har-court, Brace). It's a gold mine of historical knowledge . . . Two decades dec-ades of Thomas Mann's wisdom have been put between covers in "Order of the Day" (Knopf). You don't have to be told that it contains con-tains a shining intelligence worth wrapping around your mind . . . Like the dress suit in "Tales of Manhattan," a passport strings together to-gether the arresting story of Ed Beattie's life as a UP foreign newsboy news-boy in "Freely to Pass" (Crowell) . . . The typewriters of foreign correspondents may be turning out oceans of books, but each performs a vital function painting an important impor-tant segment of the background for the global struggle. Edward W. Beattie Jr., the United Press correspondent, whose new book, "Freely to Pass," is a click, tells this one ... At the Munich conference there was a large bowl containing a lone goldfish on a table . . . Someone suggested that they all try to catch it . . . Dalacfier cautiously rolled up a starched cuff, put his hand into the water and made a grab, but the fish easily got away . . . Chamberlain tried to hook it with his umbrella handle and failed . . . Mussolini shot out his chin, put on his most awesome scowl and lunged with both paws. He almost got it . . . Hitler stepped up and started bailing out the water with a teacup . . . Soon there was only a little water left and the fish flopped around dismally on its side . . . "Grab him, grab him!" cried Benito. "No," said Hitler, "first he must cry for help!" Dewey got this telegram on his election: "Congratulations and all the other headaches, that go with being a winner." Judith Evelj-n of "Angel Street" relays the latest draft fable. A nearsighted near-sighted youngster with thick lensed specs was put in 1A. "Didn't they examine your eyes?" asked a paL "No," he said, "they just counted 'em!" Typewriter Ribbons: Ring Lard-ner: Lard-ner: He looked at me like I was a side dish he hadn't ordered . Edith Wharton: A lady of energetic eyebrows . . . B. Alexander: Her wrinkles proved that time had dug in for a long stay . . . Margaret Bailey: She wore conviction like a well cut gown . . . Anne Parrish: A face as calm as custard . . . O. Henry: She gave him a well-manicured well-manicured glance of a cultured lady . . . John G. Pollard: Geneology means tracing yourself back to people peo-ple better than you are. |