On Broadway

Walter Winchell

Burlington Times-News/March 24, 1940

New York Heartbeat

Faces About Town: Herbert Hoover, looking crushed over the news of the Finnish finish, in the Waldorfoyer . . . Mayor La-Guardia without a 4-alarm fire . . . Joan Edwards, the sweetweeter, sounding off-key as slid on her rumble seat in the Times Square slush . . . Oscar Levant, the poor man’s Woollcott—or “The Man Who Came to Lunch” . . . Alton Cook, the W-Telly radio colyumer, who is rumored inheriting the vacated radio editorship at Time mag . . . Philip Holmes, the actor, fondling a bowl of sugar at the Kitkat. He just returned from abroad, where sugar isn’t left in bowls on restaurant tables . . . B. Austin, the assemblymen from Albany, who introduced a bill lowering the marriageable age from 18 to 17 . . . That couldn’t be a publicity stunt for the film “Seventeen”—could it, mister? . . . Fred Allen, who had a pip of a quip on the air the other night, to wit: He said that those who work over at Radio City really think that when they die they go to the Rainbow Room.

SALLIES IN OUR ALLEY: A chorine was telling Eddy Duchin about her date the night before at The Beachcomber, “I had a Zombie,” she giggled . . . “I know,” nodded Eduardo, “I saw him with you!” . . .  Jerry Blaine, who likes to wear gray, walked into the Hollywood last night attired completely in gray from hat to gray suede shoes . . .  “Whatsa matter,” cracked a clown, “you camouflaged?” . . . Bugs Baer was complaining about a lightweight, who had rapped him . . .  “Why don’t you sock him in the eye?” he was asked . . . “Aw,” he said, “that’d be like kicking a crutch”… One of those Greenwich Village idioddities was making a nuisance of herself in front of the Brevoort Supper club. “Look,” said the annoyed doorman, “won’t you let me call you a broom?”

Memos of a Midnighter: Harvard’s slap at Ann Sheridan, the oemphatic movie actress, inspired Yale to invite her to a dance in her honor. Her studio had to spurn the compliment—she’s making a flicker . . .  The crew walked off Stanley Griffis’ yacht in Miami. Wage trouble… He’s the millionaire wed to Whitney Bourne . . . They are making five million smackers per annum from those comic books for kids, we hear . . . One of the 52nd Street dives is in for a mess of trouble with the musicians’ union . . .  The Screen Actors’ guild catalogs interviews as work –and the stars must be paid if they answer a reporter’s questions . . . Jack (Club 18) Gleason says things are so tough in show business even the elephants can’t remember when they worked last!

MIDTOWN VIGNETTE: Recently, a young girl, apparently talented, walked into the Theatre Guild’s reception room to ask for a job. The lass in charge, very rushed, said: “Sorry, nothing today” . . . And in her haste, she waved the applicant out the wrong door … The caller opened a door and saw a man sitting at a desk. She said: I’m sorry, I must be in the wrong place” . . . The man asked her what she wanted . . . “I wanted to audition for Alfred Lunt,” she said . . . “Go right ahead,” replied Mr. Lunt, and now she is the protégée of Lunt and Fontanne—and will have a part in their forthcoming show.

NEW YORCHIDS: Raymond Paige’s “Musicale Americana,” a break for America’s composers and an even better one for America’s ears . . . Stephen Longstreet’s best seller, “Decade,” the ten-year madness from 1929 to ’39. A pip of a move from Lionel Barrymore . . . Grace and Charlie Herbert’s song playlets at Tony’s 52nd Street . . . Elman’s Hobby Lobby show via CBS, always listenable . . . Jose Morand’s rhumba rhythms at La Conga . . . The Merry Macs Decca recording of “Ma, He’s Making Eyes at Me” . . . Glenn Miller’s “Tuxedo Junction” . . . .Scallions to the storekeeper who got a lot of publicity hiring ex-show girls—and then slowly let them go two at a time until the last of 35 was fired.

NEW YORK NOVELETTE: About a year ago Jack of Jack and Charlie’s (the owners of “21”) told the column that it dealt unfairly with a man, a dear pal . . . “You didn’t mention any names” added Jack, “but he’s the only one selling stock in oil ventures out there to movie people, and people assume you mean him. But it’s all wrong, I tell you. He’s very rich himself and doesn’t care about making money. He likes show folks and wants to help them get on Easy Street. He doesn’t want you to retract it or mention it again—but we both want you to know he’s okay, and not to fall for any more burn steers that way” . . . so what happened? . . . Nothing important . . . Unless you consider Jack and Charlie’s loss of $110,000 in the same venture—important . . . Moral: Read Winchell a year before it happens and save $110,000.

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