Imperial Valley press., 1938-03-04


comb hats And if Morton Downey
hasn't gone and busted out in one
of those cutie mustaehes. My vote
for a stunning Lady: Mrs. Harold
Talbot.
City slicker with a yap barbST
shop name: sport Ward. For
making a column about nothinb
at all interesting. give me Hes-
wood Broun. Ethel Barrymore
seems to have a new lease ON life,
physically artistically. The Nc
Crory haberdashery = where ROY
Howard gets those shirts
New gadget for the curb haWkers:
A KEY chain with an electric key
hole finder. With all the solemnity
among humorists. none has the woe
begone look Ring Lardner had.
Lawrence Copely Thaw sounds like
yanking champagne cork. Law
renee Tibbett seems to glide along
on roller skates.
Memory: The row of hot pump
kin pies on the outside kitchen
window sill to cool Without a Kin
Hubbard or Will Rogers, it is sur
prising the world remains as worth
while as it does.
The most magnificent of the sea-
sonal coming out parties was that
for Nancy Van Week. Her mother
practically took over the Wal1ort
dining rooms and told the deco
rators TO go TO it. 1t is reputed to
have cost $4,000. Another debut
tante splurge. said to have cost
$4,000. was for Dorothy, the daugh-
ter of the M H AyleSWorths. In
other years the highs in coming
out affairs we're established by
Barbara Hutton and Natalie Coe,
both of whom married foreign
noblemen l have attended several
of the debbie enthusiastically those
for Gloria Baker, Dorothy Ayles-
worth and Natalie Coe-and they
certainly made me feel, at least
for the evening. that this depres-
sion stuff was the bunk.
Samuel Goldwyn, I hear, has
thumbs downed the llngual faux
pas rigamarole that his publicity
department overWorked Goldwyn
makes a slip now and then-aS who
doeSn't?-but they are not SO nu-
merous and his accent is barely
noticeable. Not half the reported
grammatical miX-ups are really his.
just for a gag, too now and then,
he would put over honey. But
he soon found that in meeting
strangers. especially foreign repre-
sentatives, they were more interest
ed in trying to catch a blunder
than in hearing what he had to
say. GoldWyn has proved his ar
tistry and business acumen by be-
coming one of the top producers of
the time, while a lot of folk were
trying to laugh him to oblivion.
Broadway has a new name for
the filters. l am not certain of the
spelling but it is pronounced: Alta
gazivvies. Some say Harry Rich
man brought it back from London
and others say it is a coinage of
the Ritz Brothers. And that re-
minds me that logolepts would find
much interest in copy OF William
J. Locke's The Glory of Clemen-
tine which | ran across the other
evening. Spread among its pages
are the following tongue tWiSters:
Bizygomatic, cOndottiere, ecoglta-
ton, beck, sequelae, transmogrofied,
erspertilian, mansuetude and pam
techicon.
Speaking of jitters, its my guess
the metropolis is tapering off in
deep drinking. The accomplished
boozer who, Valeted down to the
quick, starting out at lunch to
acquire an edge and brushed him
self off in some gutter the next
dawn. is rarely with us. The soda
jerkers tell me they have few calls
any more for the early morning
panacea for the hangover. And
the modern Lyendecker model bar
tender will tell you he has never
seen a case of the shakes that took
a couple of quick triple brandies
to slow down. They usei to be
frequent.
The famous old Knickerbocker
bar, featuring the MaXtield Parrish |
King Cole, was morning round |
up for the fancy drImkS of other
Manhattan nights. The wealthy |
boys and oldsters on the loose for |
the night Weayed in around am. |
for not only little of the hair
Of the dog that bit them but per-
hapS something for moused eye. |
And as a rule by noon they we're |
potted all over again and rarin' |
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