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Show Items I A f'L'r'r Knew . . . 'Til iow flSul u fiir.h you knriv all along) Ifob't Sherwood's line play, "There Shall Be No Night," won the Pulitzer Prize, which should have happened a year ago. This is regarded as highly encouraging to the theater in general having the Pulitzers only one year behind the parade. Billy Gilbert has named his estate es-tate "Gezunt Heights." Ned Russell, of the United Press, was given a 3-week vacation in Dublin, Dub-lin, and came back with a story which shows the extreme eagerness and the extreme ends to which the Irish Free State is going to preserve pre-serve its neutrality. The Irish navy (consisting of two torpedo motor-boats) motor-boats) was ordered out on maneuvers, maneu-vers, and their instructions read: "You will proceed from the harbor to sea, where you will meet and engage either the Hood or the Scharnhorst ..." James Gleason plans his sixteenth newspaper managing editor on the screen in the soon-due "Affectionately "Affection-ately Yours." (That's either a record rec-ord or a rut!) At Fort Williams, there is a Private Pri-vate William Williams, who comes from Williams Street, Williamson, W. Va. (Or, to put it briefly, where there's a Williams, there's a Williams.) A discussion was in progress about democracy, and one of the group seemed to think his ancestry entitled him to a dogmatic view on everything. "I think," he smirked, "that the argument on America should end with my views. After all my ancestors came over on the Mayflower" . . . "You're lucky," was soprano Genevieve Rowe's comment, com-ment, "after all, the immigration laws are a bit stricter now." The America First outfit claims in its ads that it hasn't wealthy backers ... A few months ago that group was asked for a list of its backers, but refused to give it. Finally they gave a partial list which included many wealthy men antf. women . . . Why have they such short memories? According to Wilfred J. Funk, the average pet dog has a vocabulary of 60 words. (That's the number ojJ words it understands.) In the new book, "Men and Poll-tics," Poll-tics," the author says: "Germany has no unemployment But neither nei-ther has a prison." According to the Open Book, whether a black cat following is bad luck depends on whether you're a man or a mouse. You can tell the difference between be-tween a Nazi and a British plane by their sounds. Nazi bombers sound like this: "Voom, voom, voom. Vooma-doom-voom" . . . British planes sound like: "Yowzer-yowzeryowzeryowzer" "Yowzer-yowzeryowzeryowzer" ... Or so returning correspondents are telling the Stork Clubbers, at any rate. When it was rumored Marshal Goering might receive an Austrian Knighthood, Punch suggested his new title be: "Sir Cumference." Memos of a . . . Girl Friday: Dear W. W.: After two months of trailing Jan Valtin, Steve Birmingham Birming-ham (the Dies Committee sleith) caught up with him in the parking lot opposite The Algonk and served him with a summons . . . Jimmy Walker evened things with certain Hollywood people (formerly of Broadway) at the Jack Benny affair. af-fair. Jimmy called to the spotlight man and said: "Please turn off the light so I can see the people who couldn't see me the last four years." The Nat'l Defense Organization is sponsoring R. H. Markham's exciting excit-ing reply to Anne Lindbergh's book. He calls his: "The Wave of the Past." Be sure and read! Just got a button reading: "I'm a Copperhead." It is the emblem of a West coast outfit whose meetings are attended regularly by most Bund members out there. The head of it is the chairman at the Save America First meetings in L. A. . . . Quentin Reynolds sent a cable to friends saying: "The Saturday blitz and the arrival of Hess took Londoners' minds off the war!" Jour Cirl Friday. Private Paprs ... Oj a Cub Reporter: Jimmy Dorsey kept the gagging going when he relayed the one about the same dictators who were arguing argu-ing over the division of spoils . . . Hitler, of course, was conceding nothing to his very junior Axis partner part-ner in crime . . . Finally, Benito could stand the humiliation no long-er. long-er. and he blurted: "Listen, Hitler. Where would you be today if it weren't for my help?" . . . Hitler retorted: "In London!" |