The Washington times., 1936-04-01


Make Rosenbloom stops at
our table to make a portentous
announcement. I'm leaving for
AuStralia-and you can say
that I will never fight in Ameri-
ca again. I give the fans the
best there was in me, but now
I will never fight in this country
again" 80. "Never again, Make?
You mean never again?". t.
Rosenbloom pauses. ."Well
figure after I get through knock
ing out some of those NUTS over
there, then maybe I come back
and that will be my farewell
fight-for good. My swan fight,
you might put it. I want you
should say that in the paper
I amt givin' that to nobody
else but you.
The rebelliOuS souls of HOl-
lywOOd fOregather in the lower
grill of the TrOcaderO, paying
their way in to the special
party-the funds to go to the
ScOttSbOrO defense. An odd
aSSemblage, representing some
of the highest Salaried princi-
pals in the literary and cinema
fields. They gather in groups
of three and four and five
and the conversational topics
range from the current as
ininity of Shaw, the CONNER
cialiZatiOn of the New York
theatre, the dearth of genuine
idealiStic writer's, ETC., ETC.
everything and anything ex-
cept the cause for which the
party is assembled cliff
OdetS, as might be expected,
is a moving figure here-and
William SarOyan is no shrink
ing violet either. Dorothy
Parker sits in one corner hold
ing court. And sprinkIed
around are such exponents of
personal freedom (SOme of
whom you never suSpected) -.
Martin Beck, for instance ..
Lewis Milestone. Jimmy Gag
ney =. =. Samuel Ornitz Roland
Young (Sic) Viola Brothers
Shore. Humphrey BOgert =.
Lionel Stander. King VidOr
...J. Edw. BrOmberg. Donald
Ogden Stewart .. Tess Shles-
niger. Certainly, the dominant
brains of the colony. And up
stairs, on the dance floor, are
the less rebelliOuS souls whose
discussions center about the
more trivial things of life =.
Blond Virginia Bruce floating
about in the arms of Paul
Warburg Again, Joan Craw-
ford lin an afternoon frock)
dancing with FranchOt Tone in
spic-and-span tuxedo. Ann
Harding Hazel Forbes. Joan
Bennet. Iris Adrian.
Young, susceptible Mr.. Louis
Prima is now madly in love with
the comely cinemawench, Alma
Ross His trumpet blasts are
triumphant these nights-h he
plungeS into occasional tender and
melancholy interludes E. And the
Famous Door is crowded Satur-
day night we linger and observe
(not without an inner pang that
we are nearing our conservative
forties, and around us are the
glamorous youth of town, cuddling
close to each other in romantic
conferences) Little Grace Dur
kin, with the ever unsmiling Rich
ard Cromwell. Paula Stone, with
her faithful swain, Henry Wilson
Patricia Ellis, blonde and
calmly beautiful, with an even
b1onder young gent, Whitley" Col
Inns, who, she insists, is merely
the escort of the evening On
the tiny platform the torch-bearing
Sammy Cohen (who is positive he
and his bride, Doris Roach, will
effect a reconciliation sometime
this week. offers his Silly Will
routine and muggs his plastic pan
into groteSque contortionS just as
a familiar threesome enters-Dixie
Dunbar with her two constant
companions. young Jack Moffett
and Bob Herndon . In a far cor
ner Paul Sabin pourS his tale of
love into the ears of Virginia Pax
ton After weeks of wrangling
over the long-distance phone he
has flown in this day and the ro-
nance is renewed.
Joan Abbott is completing her
last show of the evening Satur-
day as we turn in to the Casa
nova Club Her opening
Friday night has been the talk
of the tOwn-and this is her
second night An elated girl
and openly thrilled because So
called celebrities fringe the ring
side Her eyes wander to
Patsy Kelly-tO Nancy Carroll
to Mack Sennett to Jimmy
Kern and Charlie Adler of the
Yacht Club Boys Her pre-
decessO1, Martha Raye, has
wreSted a picture break There