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Show Forecast of Death Dame May Whitty lived In an apartment house on DeLongpre avenue in Hollywood and had to climb a long flight of stairs from the street to her front door. . . . The lamps lighting the stairs had been broken for months. . . . She kept complaining that they ought to be fixed so she wouldn't have to make the precarious climb in the dark. . . . One day she wearily told a neighbor: "By the time they have those lights fixed I'll probably be dead!" . . . The day she died the lights went on again. Vio Earlson offers this sequel to our recent paragraph titled "The Wall of the Emcee": "An audience like this can be instrumental instru-mental in keeping actors out of work" . . . "Is this an andience or a jury7" ... "If I don't get a laugh soon, I'll be the best dressed layoff In Lindy's" ... '1 can do better in the wax museum" . . . "When I was in the army I used to dream of coming home. This audience makes me wish I was back In the army." Facts About Shaw: George Bernard Ber-nard Shaw still detests teaching methods and recently wrote the London Times castigating pedagogues peda-gogues for loading their charges with burdensome homework. When asked to permit a scene from "Saint Joan" to be published in a textbook, text-book, he replied: "NO. I lay my eternal curse on whomsoever shall now or at any time hereafter make school books of my works and make me hated as Shakespeare is hated. My plays were not designed as Instruments In-struments of torture. All the schools that lust after them get this answer an-swer and will never get any other from G. Bernard Shaw." He wrote five novels during his first years in London. His initial novel, "Immaturity," was turned down by every publisher in town. Fifty years later he published it himself. . . . Shaw is an inveterate piano thumper. . . . He did not become a vegetarian until he was 25. It was a' siege of reading Shelley Shel-ley that converted him. . . . H covered art and books before becoming be-coming a music then a drama critic. Midtown Vignette: It happened In a midtown barber shop the other sundown. . . . G-Man Hoover, passing- by, recognized a newspaper news-paper man and went in. . . . The FBI chief enjoys teasing people who gape at him. . . . "Didn't I meet yon once In Alcatraz?" he sternly asked the bootblack. . . . "Yon never seen me no place" was the near-hysterical retort. "And the only time I ever seen yon was In the newsreels!" Broadway Hassenpheffer: Latest Lat-est head to roll over at Collier's Is the art director's, according to Writer's Newsletter. The mag owners feel that considerable good will has been kicked right out of the window and so they will kick out most at the helm for being so careless with the stockholders' money! ... A drug store on Avenue Ave-nue U (Bklyn) offers: "Penicillin, Soda, Candy." . . . The Balsams, luxurious New Hampshire resort, now Is valued at 12 million bux. It is located on property once forfeited for-feited to the state by Daniel Webster. Web-ster. (Because of a $30 unpaid tas bill!) . . . "And the Poor Get Children Chil-dren Dep't": H. Hughes (who Just bought RKO) got back almost a minion already in that stock zoom. The Broadway Wags: Agent Paul Small was being bored by the conversation con-versation of a famed ham seated at the next table. . . . "Lissen to him brag," said Paul. "He works even less than Joe Frisco and for the same dough!" . . . Gene Fowler, introducing in-troducing an actor: "Meet Roland Young, the fellow with the permanent perma-nent novocaine in his gums." . . . Joe E. Lewis' Intro of Basil Rath-bone: Rath-bone: "He looks like a well-scrubbed vulture." . . . Arthur Murray tells of a bloke who found the racetrack closed. He didn't want the entire day to be a total wreck so he tore up his money. "Well," memos J. ElIinson "there's one comforting thought. Russia won't drop an atom bomb on os while Wallace is still here." Big Town Cinderella: The magic which took Lana Turner, Rita Hay-worth Hay-worth and Dorothy Lamour from stores to stardom hovered around a pretty girl hostess at the 5th avenue Brass Rail. . . . The press agent of the spot, seeking a plug for the management, placed the girl on the "Models on Parade" program originating from the Copacabana. . . . She ran away with first prize a model's contract. . . . Next day agents brought film and television offers; a photographer hired her to pose for a mag cover and the Copa lotharios are sending gifts on the hour. ... So she quit her restaurant Job of directing patrons to tables. . . . Oofly pretty . . . Name: Muriel Hanley . . . Tall, green-orb'd. blonde j |