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Show LI 1 L.L cSimaf'd L. i . . - Man About Town Democrat chiefs are grim over tin report that Time-Life publinsher H Luce's private poll shows 15 million are for Wallace. That's about 10 per cent of the population . . Jim Farley Far-ley threw a private party for 27 political writers. Said he wouldn't consider running as veepee on any losing ticket and he feels sure the Trumanagerie can't win . . . The presidential situation is a mess. Truman won't listen to Wallace. Dewey won't listen to Taft and Eisenhower won't listen to the people. peo-ple. . . . NBC banned Spike Jones' version of "My Old Flame" long ago. "Too gruesome." Pretty smalltime, small-time, too . . . This is the opening paragraph of Time's International section: "Every month brings a calamity graver than most major battles. Millions pass into slavery between one week and the next. The fate of whole continents swings with a day's news. A fifth of the world's people are involved in actual war. No place, from the Congo to Spitsbergen, Spits-bergen, is safe. Nobody is secure." . . . This is the news weekly that repeatedly chastised us for "frightening "fright-ening the people" and "warning of the danger of another war." Fly-Swatter Dept.: A Congressional Congres-sional board now urges a 10 billion bil-lion dollar airplane program to "head off the next war" . . . The New York Post's foreign chief, P. S. Mowrer, reviewing the Czech crisis, concluded: "The depressing depress-ing thing is the pattern. It gives me a sickening feeling of this Js where I came in. The pattern is for war!" . Columnist Marquis Child's report: "Until the disaster to Czechoslovakia there was a comforting feeling here In Washington Wash-ington that the danger of war was something fairly remote, a matter of five or seven years. The comfortable com-fortable assurance has vanished." . . . Some fellow-newspapermen try to make our predictions look bad. But the fellow-travelers In Europe make them look good. Postcard Poll This is the final report re-port on the "I want to see as our next president "postcard pool, Over 100,000 postcards came in. Eisenhower 3G.007 Wallace 19,374 Dewey lOl Vanderberg 5,817 Truman 5,060 ! Stassen 4.6S4 Taft 3,331 1 I can't resist adding this footnote. Bricker of Ohio, who for years has ' been getting away with the counter- ,, feit claim that the people of this country wanted him for president, polled exactly 105 postcards. This columnist (tsk, tsk) polled more than 500. Politically speaking, this means that the only thing Bricker can carry is his suitcase. Memos Of A Midnighter That John (Inside U.S.A.) Gunther would merge with Commentator Van-dercook's Van-dercook's former wife was recorded here when she went to the Virgin Islands for her division . . . Satira, the Chicago dancer now in a Cuban prison for 15 years, will appeal on the grounds that the shooting of her lover took place aboard an American ship flying the Yank flag outside "Cuban jurisdiction" . . . George Truman and Clifford Evans, who romped around the world in Piper Cubs, will aim for the headlines with a round-trip to South America. Via an "unfeasible route" .... I Toy magnate L. Marx is supposed I to have offered one million bux to General Eisenhower's campaign if he would have run for president. When Bob Benchley was sharing a Carnegie Hall office with Dorothy Parker, his work was constantly interrupted by telephone calls for her. "Is Dorothy Parker there?" someone asked. "No, she isn't." "Are you sure Dorothy Parker Isn't there?" insisted the voice. "Positive," Bob assured. "Well," the phone caller persisted, per-sisted, "how do you KNOW Dorothy Doro-thy Isn't there?" "Because," he replied, "this is the men's room at the Waldorf." I The End of Don Wahn: Philip i Stack's name must be familiar tc j you. He has been contributing to this column over the name of Don Wahn for 25 years. His offerings always al-ways popped up in other places . . . In an army magazine signed by someone else, usually by a G.L hoping his girl might see it. . . . But many times a chorus girl oi plain Jane Doakes would open her purse and reveal several of then", clipped or torn from the columa His last note was In the handwriting handwrit-ing we were so familiar with for i quarter of a century: "I am incur ably ill," it said, "I leave every thing to my wife. Goodbye, Phil Stack." And then at 10 minutei past midnight Phil jumped from tin Gibson firm's offices. A cab drivel racing north said he saw the bodj plummeting down. Now he is gom and the last Don Wahn he submit ted was set in type for the vcrj night he jumped, darn It |