The Washington times., 1935-01-04

Say NIOnl9hT
I don't suppose your pretty
little bang-up head can do much
retaining but we had a gay mid
night at that. They all piled
in on us a few minutes before
the stroke of IL and the corks
popped and the champagne
gurgled and bubbled just as
happily as if we were at the
Mayfair as we had planned or
at the Casino or the other places
we had intended to invade.
Nurse McSorley acted as bar
maid and Arthur Swanstrom
and Ted Baldwin as masters Of
ceremony.
Sigmund Romberg was the
first to propose a toast to your
battered-in little nose but most
Of the crowd giggled unsympa-
thetically when Rian James
called attention to the irony Of
the thing-yOur stub of a nose,
so unObtrusive, to be so utterly
dashed and mauled while this
jutting smeller of mine escaped
without scratch. Docs Taube,
Michel and Lemport huddled
over you and concluded that
little plastic ingenuity will re-
construct your face into any
mold you desire-SO make up
your mind, pet.
I only slipped a drop of the
1Dine but I'Ue still got the hang.
over feeling. The medicos sag
it DGS the belt on the conk
that did it-rGttled up 1Uhat
they lGttingly refer to as my
brains. Did you get load of
my sinner? They drank a toast
to thGt-Gnd t1Do to yourS-
seeing as hoD you're one up on
me in the 1Ddy OF sinners.
All the boys called up-some
Of them came around in person.
Art Arthur, Lennie Lyons, Paul
Yawitz, Hy Goldstein, Shain-
mark-all volunteered to do my
stint for me until this fog
cleared out of my head. Eddie
Sullivan called up and made
the same generous offer. So did
Abel Green. I know the ges-
lures were sincere because none
of them wanted by-line. Bruce
Cabot and Artie Stebbins called
up from Atlantic City to tell
you they are sorry they couldn't
join the party at midnight but
would drink a toast to you. Poor
Artie Stebbins - only few
weeks ago, his own bride and
child-you know about that,
don't you? Killed in an auto
mobile accident. And Phil Baker
called up-so excited. Peggy
gave birth to an eight-pound
boy. There you are-death and
life.
It's so hard to impress
Nurses Villeneuve and McSOrIey
names don't mean a thing to
them. They've handled the best
there is-and know them better
than you or / could possibly
know them. There isn't much a
man Tor wOman) can hide
from an efficient nurse who
feeds him, batheS him, pamperS
him and scOldS him. And when
you're grOggy you tell them
things you wouldn't tell your
best friend-nOt even your col
umn. Such a grand troupe over
here at the Medical Arts-that
Hines at night is a scream.
Pretty as a picture. She drifts
in after she gets her charts up
and discusses the Street for me.
I've got enough new angles to
last a dozen columns.
Armstrong who droUe the car
that hit us, 1UGS in. Such
genial big tello1D and all broken
up after he caught a glimpse
OF you lying there. He felt so
bddly-Said he'd part 1Uith all
his possessions to trade places
1Dith you-to take oUer your
hurts and SutteringS.
With this left paw in a sling,
I know how it feels to be a one
armed gent. The tough thing
is to knock out the capitals on
this m a chine. You have to
maneuver so that your pinky
pushes down the shift key while
your forefinger presses down
the letter. I think tomorrow I'll