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Show WALTER WINCH ELL Memos of a Girl Friday Dear Mr. M.: This delightful Win-throp Win-throp Rockefeller story just came over the phone . . . The day his son was born (at Polyclinic Hospital) the young zil-lionaire zil-lionaire went up to a nervous parent-to-be and exclaimed: "Just had a boy! Have a cigar!" . . . Congratulations" said the man, "I don't smoke cigars" . . . "Then have a cigarette," said Rockefeller Rocke-feller . . , "I don't smoke at all, but thanks," said the fellow . . . "Join me in drink?" asked Winlhrop . . . " don't imbibe, but thanks," said the chap . . . "Then fergoodnessakes, take something!" some-thing!" persisted Rockefeller, handing the stranger a $100 bill as he left. Manhattan Murals: Thousands of New Yorkers jamming 32nd Street (during lunch hour) to agonize over a canary frantically fluttering along a 2nd floor ledge of the Gimbel Bldg. . . . The eerie jungle sounds at night on Fulton street from Trefflich's animal warehouse . . . The night watchman at the Roseland bldg., garbed in pastel-hued trousers, bare tootsies in straw sandals and a gay bandana around his throat . . . The school kids on 5th Avenue gawking at a stately, dignified Hindu, and one informing: "That's an Indian!" . . . "Gwah," was the reply. "Where's his fedders?" A British official was gabbing with Washington reporters about our finances. fi-nances. "By the way," said the Londoner, Lon-doner, "why do you chaps refer to it as folding money?" , "Because," was the Retort Delightful, De-lightful, "it's the only thing that's kept England from folding!" Air Secretary Symington told i the story of the super-sound pilot ' rocketing at over 900 miles per hour at a great altitude where "the sun looked like the moon and the stars were out in the black sky." "That was a terrific ter-rific experience," said the air force chief. "In that new world what could you have been thinking think-ing about?" "Thinking" was the unphony reply, "how I'd get down!" May Craig, New England's gift to the White House press corps, recently got back from Berlin, where she flew with the Air Lift. A commentator interviewed her about it over a Boston station. "What," he inquired, "was your big impression im-pression of our air lift?" "It sure surprised sur-prised hell outta the Russians!" May adlibbed. "Which is exactly what you just did to the F. C. C." almost choked the fellow, pushing the nearest button. |