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Show Man About Town: Mr. President sounded off to inner in-ner circlers about certain senators. Said they were a pain-in-the-sacro-iliac to the White House. He meant Byrd, McKellar, George, O'Daniel, plus Congressman Rankin. . . . FDR's death was attributed to various vari-ous causes, none confirmed. Postmaster Post-master General Hannegan (a target for the same killer) says FDR died from hi-blood presh. . . . Secretary of Commerce Harriman was quoted quot-ed in the gazettes as alleging that air travel is "eight times more dangerous dan-gerous than railroads." Howcum the editors neglected to add that Harriman owns railroads? "I wish," wishes a bore, "you would put something in the paper pa-per about the way the American Legion acted like kids!" Remember when they were only kids and had to act like men? Your TJncle Sam has started shipping ship-ping munitions to Peron -in plain view at a Hudson river pier. The hali-tracks and armored cars are clearly stenciled "Argentina." (Hml). . . . Kirsten Flagstad's book-teg book-teg at the Chicago civic opera house (in November) will be in the role of Isolde the Nazi party's old heroine? hero-ine? ... A private survey shows that 63 trade journals and mags of national importance have folded since January 1. Because of newsprint news-print shortage. Fifteen more expected ex-pected to perish before New Year's. . . . Mrs. Wendell Willkie says her Bon Philip will not enter politics for several years until he has finished law school and traveling. Why did they put that iron railing around the statue of Father Fa-ther Duffy in Times Square? To keep the poor and homeless from sitting at his feet? The good padre wouldn't have liked it. Philip LaFolIette, former governor gover-nor of Wisconsin, will be an unofficial un-official campaign manager for Gen. Douglas MacArthur. He served on the general's staff in the Pacific. Young LaFolIette (son of the great Midwestern liberal and civil rights champion) has been quietly sounding sound-ing out sentiment for MacArthur-for-president and chinning with Re-pubiggies Re-pubiggies in Washington. . . . Senator Sena-tor Taft's great mission in life right now is to stop Tom Dewey from copping the GOPrize. Taft already has kissed his chances ta-ta and knows it. Growth (By Tom Weatberly) . . . There's rain against the window pane. . . . There's moan among the eaves. . . . The young man finis his first love slain. . . . And, oh, how loud he grieves. . . . There's salt stain where the spray is tossed. . . . There's tear stain on the sea. . . . Again the young man's played and lost. . . . But weeps less bitterly. . . . There's frost atop the new turned earth. . . . There's piercing wind and cold. . . . The young man's lips are curled in mirth. . . . The young man's growing old! The drop in "angel" money has driven the Messrs. Shubert back into producing. . . . When Wall Street closing figures are high, it is easy to get backers for stage-shows, especially musicals, most precarious precari-ous of ventures. ... A few years ago, there were flourishing agencies as go-betweens, bringing together men with hopes and ideas and men with hopes and dough. . . . Theaters were at an unheard-of premium, because be-cause productions were fighting, bribing and overbidding to get into New York. . . . Prospects for the forthcoming season are the reverse more theaters than attractions. . . . You can pass up a wish to create cre-ate a show and stay even. . . . But you can't afford to keep houses at from $30,000 to $100,000 annual rental, rent-al, plus taxes and incidentals, dark. . . . The Shuberts, who produced hundreds, bowed out; they are returning re-turning only because they own so many theaters. . . . That's where the profit is in the end. . . . No one ever got rich putting on shows, unless un-less he owned theaters, too. Many took millions out of theaters without with-out ever "presenting" anything. Greater Trust Hath No Woman Wom-an Diana Lynn, whose boy friend is Bob Neal, is Gail Russell's Rus-sell's closest pal. . . . Gail's steady is Guy Madison. . . . So, whenever either charmer has to toil past the dine-dance hour, the free one goes out with the other's beau. ... So far, no casualties. Visiting buyers and salesfolk in the women's wear industries are being be-ing clipped by a photographer who calls at their rooms and says he can plant a picture in a national trade daily for the "nominal" cost of the camera work, say $10. Utterly Ut-terly phony racket. . . . Johnny Meyer still slathers the dough around. He phoned from a party at Acapulco, Mexico, on the far west coast to ask Billy Reed at New York's Little club his recipe for Caesar salad. |
