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Show U 1 t rd'""" -' tr Finger snap in the Face: In the Stork Club actress Joy Hodges was irked when a deb (from the neck up) bothered a fellow at their table for a dance. "Oh," said Hodges, "go ahead and dance with the dolly with the hole in the head!" Rufus Le Maire, the 20th Century-Fox Century-Fox exec, Is liked in Hollywood because be-cause he can be kidded about his funny face and laugh, too. Rufe himself tells of the time in the Brown Derby when he announced: an-nounced: "I'm going to New York tomorrow for some new faces." "Be sure," heckled Wilson Miz-ner, Miz-ner, "and bring one back for yourself!" your-self!" It was at a veddy swank poddy, j A veddy Indignant woman approached ap-proached a distinguished looking ; man and panted: "I've never bean I so insulted In all my life! That hod-' hod-' dible person over there just called me a floozy!" The old chap (a colonel) patted j her shoulder gently. "I wouldn't," he comforted, "take that so seriously seri-ously if I were you, my dear. Look at me. I've been out of the Army for ten years and they still call me a colonel!" When a detachment of Wrens recently re-cently took over an old building In a small English town they tacked op the conventional sign: "Admiralty "Admiral-ty No Admittance!" Beneath which a clown scribbled: "Wrens Nesting." At Gilmore's they were gabbing about an international socialite (now i In her 80s) who for many years garnered gar-nered reams of publicity by claim- Ing to have retained her "joie de vivre" by standing on her head several sev-eral minutes daily. "Tell me," said Les Brown to an Intimate of the old darling, "does she still practice standing on her ( head?" j "Heck, no!" was the retort. "She has all she can do just to stand on her feet!" It happened over at Columbia studios stu-dios the other day. They were filming film-ing a big mob scene having to do with Britain. An ass't waved some of them away. "That goes for you, too!" he barked at a man watching watch-ing it all. "Why me?" he queried. "Because," said the ass't, "you 1 don't look British enough!" "I don't have to look British!" replied the boss of the studio. "I'm Harry Conn!" Overheard: "He's in Washington flying a desk!" Broadway Ballad: So we were happy for a little while And found the town a gay, exciting place. But happiness, of course, goes out of style And magic leaves a fresh, enchanted face ; And now the nights are portents of dismay dis-may And inns have lost their color and their lure And we who had so many things to say Are silent children, sullen and unsure. un-sure. So goes it . . . and our lesson must be learned That rapture fades and mockery is cold . . . That life holds many bridges to be burned And fiddlers ask their pay in purest gold . . . And those who play at love must be aUHire That paths are rough and brambles scratch and tear! Don Wahn. Mldtnwn Vignette: They would : have you believe it actually hap-; hap-; pened to Earl Benham, who tailors i the dandies about town. . . . Earl himself is his best ad always immaculately im-maculately Lucitis-Bcebe'd . . . The other day he was lazying in his limousine lim-ousine waiting for a friend in front of his elegant apartment house. A huge, plump, costly cigar in his teeth and his jewelry flashing in the sun. . . . Looking nt him (as though transfixed) was a hns-bcen In tatters. tat-ters. . . . Bonhnm kept pulling on his scogar, trying not to notice the follow, who kept looking and looking look-ing and looking nt him. . . . Finally he caught Kail's eye and quipped: "Are you happy?" The I.nto Watch: Ingild Ihilli-n. named managing editor for the new mug. This Month (due soon), and Curt Kit'ss. the initlior-corrcspond cut, were Just divorced. He soon goes overseas again. She Just signed him up for articles- . . . The .unla-jollier .unla-jollier In the drug store at fi:tti unit tilli Avenue Is nn ox-iuiddlowoight chump from Calif. Sullies In Our Alloy: Frisco, the Fluttering comic, walked into swank clothier's mid nskod: "11 11-11 How lu-m-in-miioh f f f for n w-w-w w-wlntor ovoico.it?" ... A stiucln lloorwalUor. In his host frigid tones said: "$:';':" . . . "N u never in in mind," sliimiiiereil Joe, walking oul "I'll hoar It on the r r r i adiol" . . Asked what she thought of n new show. I'oiolh.v 1'aikor s.ild: "Well all In nil, II loll one thlou to l. dosiiod." . . . "Anil." ii'.iened ho fi ioii.I, "what was tliat"" . . . "Mn money hark." s n.l Porol'iv. |