The Washington times., 1933-08-16

Street section, Tuesday, l matted
in front of the Sub Treasury
building. always a fascinating
spot for me ever since read
somewhere or perhaps learned
in school that in front Of this
structure, when it was the Fed
eral Hall, used to be the whip
ping post and the pillory. 1t
occurs to me it might not be a
bad idea to revive the stocks
and the post merely as a re-
minder to certain gentry OF the
street. Wednesday night, in
the Tavern, I spot a handsome
gal beaming across the table at
Billy Laiiff. "A Miss Ruhl,
who has just learned that Har-
rison Fishers Cosmopolitan
cover for the coming issue will
be the likeness for which she
posed. Montgomery Flagg, an
illustrator of no mean merit,
enters and q few seconds later
Bud Fisher, a cartoonist, but no
relative of Harrison.
With considerable awe I
watch a young man, better
known to Broadway as Lou
Holtz's stooge, handle a piece OF
chicken with practiced fingers
and a certain deftness Of jaw
movements which defy descrlp-
ton. .Holtz ignores the piece
of business on his left, to direct
his conversation toward Irving
Berlin, who looks very sad-as
usual, and probably with as lit
tie cause as usual. TUESDAY
night, or, to be more precise,
early Wednesday morning, at
the Ha-Ha Club, I encounter
buster Keaton for the first time,
sitting not far from Robert
Montgomery, and undoubtedly
would have been very mucn I'M
pressed if I were not too ab-
sorbed observing to what pains
the Messrs. Jack White and
Jerry Bergen go to avoid look
ing directly at each other our
ing those periods when tne!r
routine requires that they ad'
dress each other. For the laos
are still mad"
Thursday night at the Beecn'
hurst home Of Harry Richman'
where Mister Richman, Mlster
Bert Lahr and q columnlSV Ger
ebrate their mutual natal day.
although Lahr confides some
time during the evening tnaC
in his case he believes the cele-
bration is two days premature
Here are assembled number
of Broadway leds and gels ana
a highly sophisticated round OF
evenings pleasure is enjoyed
by all, consisting OF the follow
ing a activities: item: a varla'
ton of miniature bowling in
which a top is spinned; item:
mechanical bagatelle, accom-
panied by much feminine HI
larity and a few shrieks; item:
whispering into a microphone,
whereupon a ose-jointed man.
nikin leaps into a hysterlcal
Jig.
There was far more excite"
ment Friday highland trag-
edy-for driving up to the
Catskills (and here I must con.
fess that this is my first visit
to these widely publicized and
not unpicturesque hills Of New
York; we are suddenly brought
to a halt near Monticello by a
confusion of cars in front Of
us. We get out to ascertain
the cause Of the delay and
shudder passes through us as
we notice five or six cars
heaped in a pile and lying on
the ground some seven or
eight inert bodies-men and
women. . SO we drive on
slowly and carefully to our OBJ
jective, a place known as Gros-
singers, where we are informed
regretfully that we should have
come a weekend earlier, for
Miss Lillian Roth and three or
four Ritz Brothers were among
the guests, information which
upsets us no end, but fails to
drive us away. Here I learn
something about the new type
of summer resort. The idea
seems to be never to let a
guest have too much idle time.
So there are gentlemen as
athletic directors and social
directors and a stock company
which, on this particular eve
ming, presented "Apr0n Strings"
and turned in a fairly excellent