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Show Il'S The New York Ticker: Tax folks of Washington and New York will launch a joint probe of the private agencies (under state char-, char-, ter) wh'ch raise money for vets' ; organizations. The taxers claim the unpaid taxes run into heavy coin. ... The original crowd which organized organ-ized the "Draft Eisenhower for , President League" are being dumped for "more experienced Republicans." Re-publicans." In charge is H. Munson, once secretary to ex-Congressman Baldwin of New York. . . . Some pipple pick the funniest places to hide. FBI agents arrested a navy deserter. He 'was found blowing plastic bubbles in a store window. Civilization is wonderful! Farmers in the Midwest raise the grain and the city slickers In Washington make hay with it. The big blizz cost EKO mucho loot. They've been shooting "The Velvet Touch" in Manhattan. The other ayem they hired 100 extras, who walked the slush without coats (for a summer scene) when it snewed and snewed. . . . Western bookmakers won't bet on the New York basketball games. Local bookies book-ies cant lay off bets in the West. Some sports eds are hep to certain coaches about certain games last sizzon. . . . The London court of appeal has awarded the title of Duchess of Ciudad Rodrigo (one cf the titles belonging to the Dook of Wellington) to Lady Ann Rhys. That (and a nickel, as the proverb goes) will get her into any local subway. Yon'd think Mr. Truman would hold the honor, but the toughest man to get an appointment, appoint-ment, with (in Washington) ir Gen. J. J. Pershing. The Heel of Fame: The pest in Chicago who "brings everybody Sown" by crashing dinners and affairs af-fairs where money is being gathered for worthy causes. He insults the generaous out-fronters by saying: "You should send your money to us, instead." . . . He pans what other groups try to do. . . . This excerpt explains him: "He attended our dinner din-ner and wormed his way to the speaker's table where he spoke and raged and ranted trying to get some of the money. The longer he talked the less he put across." . . . (Some philanthropists' money should be seen and never heard.) Midtown Pagliacci: The art world is buzzing with the overnight success of Walter Philipp. He waits on table at the 58th street delicatessen. . . . He paints clowns, and all of his pictures were sold on the first day of the Artists Art-ists Gallery exhibition. . . . But the clowns (smiling at the success of their master) hide a true Pagliacci story. . . . Mrs. Philipp died the day the exhibition exhibi-tion opened the day before Fame came to her Walter. Grace Tully (FDR's confidential secretary) is not doing anything about the book on him which most of us hoped she would scriven. Pals report she took FDR's passing hard and has been depressed since. . . . This column thinks the real reason Loew's State theater on Broadway (and the Chicago houses) cancelled vaudeville is that they simply couldn't compete with the vaudeville vaude-ville in Washington, D. C. . . . Macy's either is preparing for another an-other war or still is living in the last one. A sign over its tobacco counter says: "Cigarettes, single packs, line forms to the left." B-29s are being dusted off and re-equipped at the Macon base, bat don't say this warmonger told yon. Anyway, it's about time. New York Novelette: It happened at Dinty Moore's, the famed mid-town mid-town corned-beef-and-cabbage restaurant. res-taurant. . . . A N. Y. Times feature writer was dining there, and an old waiter got on his nerves with his hard-of-hearing, his slow pace and the way he got orders mixed up. ... He scolded him gently. . . . Next day he learned that Dinty heard of the "scene" and had fired the old gent. . . . Oh, no! Not that! That's not what he wanted, at all. . . . Oh, for heaven's sakes. . . . The poor man fired. ... No job in this awful winter, too. . . . He couldn't sleep that night thinking about it. . . . Next day he rushed to Moore's. . . . "Where can I find that waiter you fired on account of me? I didn't want anybody fired! I can't sleep over it" . . . "Well," well'd Moore, "let's see. I think you can find him about now at E. F. Hutton's brokerage, broker-age, where he usually can be found every day until the market closes." . . . The "poor waiter" is worth only half a million smackers. Owns several sev-eral apartment houses, et cetera. The $64 query for Isolationists: Isolation-ists: Where would we have gotten got-ten the big armies that won the last two wars if it had not been for the big immigration of the last two generations? Betty Fields was a victim of the town's newest racket. A "friendly stranger" at the Grand Central dep-poh dep-poh helped put her valise in one of those dime lockers, than handed her the key. Later when she went for the valise the key didn't fit. The switched key gag and no valise. |