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Show mm m il 1 lZ i''''-''-1 i New York Symphony: Silhouettes In the Night: Fannie Hurst and her pup in the Park at the crack of yawn. . . . Tony Eden, the diplomat, checking his luggage at LaGuardia Airport. . . . Frank Thinatra devouring a meal (at Howie's) that would fill two heavyweights. heavy-weights. . . . George Raft among the other Sardines at Sardi's. . . . Andy Russell and the Ritz (Raff) Bros, dining at Olin's. . . . Ann Sheridan (and her feller) at the Riviera Riv-iera ringside. . . B. Baruch (the United Statesman) quitting his Central Cen-tral Park bench to amuse the tots at the playground. . . . Meeshaaa Auer thrilled about being cast for the radio version of "Tovarich." . . . Mrs. John Mason Brown (wife of the critic) looking refreshing despite de-spite the whewmidity. . . . Mrs. Wendell Wfflkie at the Blue Angel. . . . The man who makes you pause and say: "Oooh, there's Mr. Molo-tov!" Molo-tov!" He is Bill McKamy, executive execu-tive at the J. Walter Thompson agency. Memos of a Midnighter: Her ex-husband says Rita Hayworth isn't at all proud about the Atomb being named for her and her film, "Gilda," one of the best press agent tie-ups (we thawt) in history. He says it wasn't any tie-up that they really adore Rita and so christened it after her. He wished, however, their child, Rebecca, could one day say: "My mother's name was on the very last atomic bomb!" Midtown Vignette: It happened in the Krots Bulc the other night. Our reporter was none other than the boss hisself, Shoim BiUingsberg. . . . He was touched by the episode. . . . An army officer asked that barkeeper bar-keeper Tony Butrico join him at his table for a drink. "We served together overseas," said the officer. ... He reminisced long with Tony and then insisted on having a photo taken of their meeting. . . . The officer of-ficer made a terrific hit with the staff and patrons by this demonstration demon-stration of democracy and being a nice guy. . . . His name (and mark it down high on your list) is General Gen-eral H. F. Kramer. Sounds in the Dark: At the China Doll: "She knows all the answers. It's the questions that confuse her." ... At the Mermaid Room: "He's lost weight, but he was once the biggest jerk in town." ... At Monte's on the Park: "She has the lead in his next flop." ... At Leon Sc Eddies: "She's saving her husband's hus-band's money for a Reno day." . . . At Chandler's: "Now that there's no OPA people should be reminded that a fool and his money are soon worthless." Lois Thrasher, a Chicago news-gal, news-gal, belongs in any column about newspaper heroes. . . . Not too long ago the wife of a gov't official was slain in a Chicago hotel and Lois took a job there as a chambermaid to check the movements of a suspect. sus-pect. . . . After maneuvering to be assigned to the floor where the suspect sus-pect lived, Lois Inspected his suite with no luck. ... In addition she had to scrub a dozen bathrooms on hands and knees! Jackie Kelk witnessed a woman trying to navigate in a traffic Jam. She rammed the car in front of her, then tried to back up and knocked down a pedestrian. Then she tried to move over to the curb and smacked into a hydrant. A gendarme rushed up. "O.K., lady," he demanded, "let's see your license." "Don't be silly," she grunted. "Who'd give ME a license?" When Frank Ward O'Mallcy (one of the craft's greatest) was on the New York newspapers they could always be counted on to give you your two cents worth. . . . Frank once had a city editor (of the old school) who made him rewrite his copy at least once no matter how good it was. ... To even matters with him, O'Malley (who was doing an article on the origin of the Supreme Su-preme Court) dug up a piece the city editor had written on the subject sub-ject years before. . . . O'Malley copied it word for word and then handed it in. . . . The editor glared, read and barked: "I could do a better job than this when I was in the newspaper business six months!" "That's funny," jibed Frank. "You wrote this junk when you were in the business six years!" Judy Canova knows the laziest 1 television performer in the country: "A comedian who just holds up his Joke book before the camera." i ' j Morton Thompson' new book, I "How to Be a Civilian," revives the ! one about the G.I. in his first Auto-' Auto-' mat. He kept putting nickels in slots and carrying the food back to a table, repeating the trick for 15 i minutes. The food was a foot high j all over the table. I A fascinated civilian asked him: "Haven't you enough food? You'll j never eat all that. Why don't you quit?" "What!" exclaimed the G.L. "Quit when I'm winning?" |