The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-09-15

 CTS and shy off the subject | quest of entertainment.
 The London papers, by the way, have been editorializing for the reopening of all cinema theaters for the duration of the war. They use very simple arguments. For example, the London Mail started its plea: Tt certainly will do our soldiers no harm to catch an oc- casional glimpse Of Ginger Ro- gersl"
 USES ALL HER
 LEISURE FOR WORK
 Glare Boothe is pursuing that dramaturgic career of hers tire lessly. She is the lady who wrote s"The Women," which was kick in the pantalettes for her sex and then followed with ''Kiss the Boys Goodbye" farewell salute to Scarlett O'Hara. Two successes have not gone to Clare Boothe's head. A lady of means and in- fiuence-she Is the wife of Henry Luce, the publisher = she takes scant time out for leisure.
 Several months ago, she finish ed another play joshing those pre- arranged and costly Park Avenue marriages. After selling 1t to a producer, she bought 1t back and shelved 1t, because she had heard there was another story like It. To fill the breach, she sat down and penned another, Q melodrama titled Margin By Error" which concerns the Bund's operations In New York.
 Above all, she wants to over- come the impression that her work Is shallow and that she views the world around her with Q smirking contempt. She has grown serious -too serious-her friends think, and they remember when, as the editor of a smart feminine maga- zine, she held her tongue firmly In her cheek.
 WISE-GUY GETS
 BY NEW YORK COP
 Fifth Avenue Dialogue: An out of-town motorist seemed to be In an awful hurry at the intersection where the crimson signal held him back. He shifted gears and let the car roll forward and back to the annoyance of the traffic cop.
 Finally the policeman strolled over. whats your favorite color, buddy" he asked, green or red9 Always ready to oblige in New York" The visitor started forward once more. "I'll take vanilla" he said and escaped scotfree ct that
 The dignity of New York's Fin est, by the way, still is rumpled by the offhand camaraderie of the summer transients. Accustomed tc respectful salutations such as Pardon me, officer, can you tell me how to get to the ferry2" Man. hattans gendarmes found them- sevles addressed: Hey, Jack where's the Fair9"
 CONTENTED COW
 VISITS MISS PONS
 Lily pons doesn't live far from my Connecticut retreat in the country, SO naturally, the happen. ings ct the domicile of that pi- quant diva reach these ears al- most immediately. Earlier this summer Lily was being troubled by autograph and souvenir hunters who used to climb through the bay windows and remove memen' toes from Miss Pons' parlor, but she put an end to that.
 Naturally, all of the neighbors comiserated, though they resented the publicity that had been 10. cussed on the vicinity. The other night-it was three o'clock in the morning-the singer had another visitation. There was c knock or the door which reused her, so be. fore Investigating, she woke tho servants and ordered Q call to tho police. The caller turned out te be c harassed farmer from dowr the road who had lost his COW And the COW, when discovered, wal in Miss Pons' flower bed, content ing herself with gladiola stems.