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Show liffl The Big Town: The Late Watch: Sally Williams, daughter of the founder of a famed shaving cream, is the hatchick at j the Gay 90s. Just likes the job; has oodles of moo. . . . FDR's son-in-law, John Boettinger, turned his Phoenix newspaper over to Anna Roosevelt (his wife) so he could become be-come an Arizona candidate. Natives point out that he can't run for governor gov-ernor of Arizona because he hasn't dwelled there five years. . . . Ralph Edwards never met "Miss Hush" (Martha Graham) so he came here to witness her dance recital. . . . Frank Palumbo, owner of many night spots in Philly, is trying to get all cafes there not to raise fees during dur-ing both conventions. Cast of Characters: "Sandpaper "Sandpa-per Sam, practical joker. He slips a piece of sandpaper in his palm when he shakes hands with you. Funneh felleh. . . . 'Schmoey Moey," counterman in a delicatessen. Always nibbles nib-bles on a hunk of corned beef he carries in his pocket. . . . "Manhattan Mary," middle-aged middle-aged flower peddler. She was ir the chorus of musicals in the early 20s before she de-gin-erated. Broadway Piffle: The state department de-partment suspects the original tip ! on discovery of TNT bound for Pal-! Pal-! estine came from British agents ! here. ... Is this our Leo or a -namesake? It appeared in the legal notices no-tices section of the Los Angeles Examiner: Ex-aminer: "Not responsible for any debts but my own: Leo Durocher." . . . Broadway hears Petrillo has granted special dispensation to Bing Crosby to transcribe his programs. . . . Jay R. Kennedy spoke to U. N. delegates when his film, "To the Ends of the Earth," made its debut at Lake Success. The first film and writer to be so saluted. . . . City authorities have cracked down on cheesecake pictures and newspapers newspa-pers have been warned to "go easy on too much skin." Reformers are bringing the pressure. Ballad by Don Wahn: My Guardian Angel is a pleasant guy. He tsports a rakish halo and a cane. . . . I'm always glad when he comes dropping by. . . . For he is versed in wisdom and in pain. ... He knows too well the shabbiness of souls. . . . The falsehoods that are camouflaged as truth. . . . And all the weird and uninspired goals. . . . For which we spend our honor and our youth. . . . asked about the climb that we had taken. . . . The path that never seemed to level out. . . . The falls that left me terrified and shaken. . . . But then his answer drove away all doubt. . . . "Don't look," he said, "for rest or shade or rill. Ifs all Uphill, my hoy, it's all Uphill!" The Airistocrats: The Aldrich Family retains its nice, folksy flavor. fla-vor. Homey as a cookie jar. . . . The saddest example of radio's idea famine is the army of quiz show facsimiles. They ape each other so closely you'd think it was treason to try something different. Get an earful ear-ful of the philosophical didoes offered of-fered by the old codgers on the soap opera circuit. You get the impression impres-sion that every problem can be solved with a stale proverb. . . . The Theater guild's airwaver rates a nod for attempting to steer clear of the usual dramatic bric-a-brac. It comes up with topnotch troupers and some of Broadway's most memorable mem-orable plays. New York Novelette: He was a Broadway producer. . , . Had visions of being another Zieg-feld. Zieg-feld. . . . She was his girl. . . . Dreamed of being another Bernhardt. Bern-hardt. . . . His show was a casualty cas-ualty of last season. . . . She was the star. . . . The flop lasted one week. . . . Cost him 50 Gs. . . . She's still his leading lady, though. . . . He's the chef in an 8th avenue beanery (a bar and grill in the 40s) right in the heart of the theater district. . . . She's the waitress. Faces About Town: Mrs. F. D. Roosevelt kibitzing (with that "Do - You - Mind-If-I-Look-Over-Your Shoulder?" routine) as caricaturist Gard does John Garfield (as one of "Gard's Chosen People"). . . . Raymond Ray-mond Duncan, garbed in his familiar famil-iar toga and sandals, at the Harem. His first night club visit since Texas Guinan's two decades ago. . . . Gov. of Conn. J. L. McConaughy, still being kidded over his radio speech "fluff" in which he orated: "I am happy to speak over this nationwide hiccup." . . . D. E. Lilienlhal, the atom bomb's No. 1 press agent, buying the late editions on 34th street. Softest job in town is the one M. Page has. He's the Roxy organist. or-ganist. His working "hours" total to-tal 28 minutes a day. Saturday is his tough day, though. Works 32 minutes. British bore J. B. Priestley wrote about New York (before sailing back to not-so-merry England) and left himself wide open. "No roots." he says, "can penetrate this rock. Not a flower can blossom on these concrete cliffs." Actually, the Big Town has more trees than buildings |