The Waterbury Democrat., 1937-06-10
In New York
By GEORGE ROSS

poth long-halred and Well-barbered, have opened their annual Poetry Sale in Greenwich Village, exhibit ing their rhymed wares al fresco, as usual. On walls and fences in the Bohemian quarters, we now can shop for sonnet, an ode, limerick or even an epic poem at prices ranging from 10 cents to $1O. There's nothing around, though, for a nickel since the poets are getting all the cups of coffee they need these days from the Village conamissary. AS one browses through the poetry market for survey of what the Washington Square KeatSes, Shell leyS, Miltons and e. e. cummingses are thinking about these days, the items seem disappointingly unorig- inal. Penurious aesthetics still are writing about the birds, the trees, the flowers and the limitless skies.
 Only rarely does proletarian note creep into a blank verse (50c) glorifying the Union Square crowds. And there are a couple of things (theyll go we'll with that new chintz chair you've just put into the hunt ing lodge) having to do with War ("l-2-3-4-What do we want war for?")
 The Francois Villon of this sea- sons Poetry Show, no doubt, is Maxwell Bodenheim, one of the Villages eldest aesthetics. The auth or of "Replenishing Jessica," Naked on Roller Skates" among other undying works, has placed some of his verse on view. But his merchan- disc is expensive. A Bodenheim son. net, autographed and all, starts at $2 dncluding city sales tax) and wends upward from there. If busi- ness doesn't improve however, he'll mark off couple for quick clear ance.
 Wrong Man?
 Morton Thompson recalls when Edgar Allen Woolf, the well-knewn playwright, graduated from Colum- bia University with a brand new play under his arm. He sold the play and it was put on at a small roof theater. His family, though, was fairly worried about his play writing activities.
 The night the play opened, it was not too well received. The final curtain fell and people started to file out, Woolf's family among them. At center table, Harry K. Thaw rose suddenly. He fired shots and Stanford White sank dying Under a table a few feet away.
 Outside in the lobby Woolf's mother, hearing the shots, stopped in her tracks.
 My God" she moaned, they have shot Edgar!"
 Ladies Prefer Artists
 Strange, Joe Russell nuuses, that bandmasterS should hold such fac- cination for the young ladies of the social register. And he points to Eddy Duchin who welded the veal thy and blueblooded Marjorie Oel- richs :. Randolph Scott who mar ried Mrs. Marion Dupont Sommer- vile, and Ben Cutler, the orchestra leader, who married into an old American family On the pugil- istic side, he reminds me, Gene Tunney wed Polly Lauder of Regis ter rank, and Enzo Fiermonte did well enough by himself matrimon- ially by wedding into the Actor At Random
 Other tid-bits from the volun- teers; Mitzi Green, M. M. writes. was named for the famed come dienne, Mitzi Hajos !. Abe Lyman submits that Freddie Bartholomew and Stepin Fetchit have much in common neither of them has been mentioned for the Rhett Butler role in Gone With the Wind" :. Things are so quiet along Broadway. Benny Fields offers, that you can hear face drop and Shep Fields irnagines that the thought which went through the mind of every great man in history must have been, "I wonder who will play me in the movies"
 
 At the Crisis the other evening, 8 third-rate actress was complaining about her current role. There's only one thing wrong," she murmlred, T need another line ct the curtain
 "Yes," her companion added. "a life-lina"