The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-03-14

z, %%S.1 The Warmers
 -zz.1 eded their white-haired boy in hurry. So with the assistance of press ser- vice, they flashed an sos" on the wire to all members of the Fourth Estate, offering $500 re- ward to the newspaperman who could bring in any information on Hymns whereabouts that would lead to his apprehension" An hour after the Warmers flashed their offer on the ticker, Larry Sisk of the Houston Press located Flynn on an air-liner en route to Texas. A check for five hundred dollars is being for warded to that lucky journalist.
 But what I started out to re- cord was that manhunt conducted by the Fourth Estaters in Man. haitian. Five hundred dollars looms large in the eyes of city room toilers and all of them put for- ward their best efforts.
 They telephoned every bistro boniface they knew and legged it around to all the retreats where Flynn had been seen at one time or another. They called the friend of a friend of a sister to the man who sat down at Hymns table that night last September and |, they were in direct contact with MT. Billingsley of the Stork Club where Flynn hangs out. Unfor- tunately, none of them shares in Sisk's cash reward. As for the Warmers, they found that their anxiety was well worth $500 for all the newspaper space they got. Cheesy Reputation
 The most conglomerate throng to gather at the milkman's hour is that 3 a. m. coterie which jams Lindy's on upper Broadway. When the lights have gone out on maz- da lane and the sweeperS clear the streets for another dawn and day, it's patronage is cross-sec- ton of the Broadway populace.
 Dignified actors and actresses, song pluggers with mile-long col lars of Tin Pay alley, denizens of Ether Lane, racetrack followers and derelict bookies, play produc- CTS and film stars and magnates, all take adjoining booths.
 The walters are the sauciest on Broadway. They are not awed by famous faces, having seen enough of them, but their knowledge of their customers tastes in culin- ary night-caps is uncanny. Lindy's serves a brash American cuisine. It isn't anything fancy but the cheese cake has become 8 famed delicacy between here and the Pa cific coast. In fact, many an ex- patriate of the Rialto often pleads . with Lindy's to dispatch a cheese cake to Hollywood by plane--just to make him feel at home.
 Lindy's earned unwanted na- tional notoriety some years ago as the restaurant whence the late Arnold Rothstein went to his death by assassination. But that story is on ice now and its faith full customers never even men, tion 1t. Out-of- -towners have vivid recollections, however, and never fail to ask to see the exact spot where the gambler sat before he departed to his doom.
 Rib Rodeo
 This rib of contention out at the New York Worlds Fair is the spare Adam gave up when the matter of sex appeal first came up. What to do about the feminine angle out there? Grover Whalen is gravely non-committal, but there have been signs of a tolerant atti- tude toward the anatomical exhib- 1t.
 For example, there is going to be beauty contest and the failure of Sally Rand to click with her D (n)ude Ranch out at Flush- ing Meadows is nothing to mourn. For has not Eleanor Holm, the Fairs Aquabelle, come out to ask: What has that Sally Rand got that I haven't got?" She even went further. Far enough, any, way, to hint that Sally's figure never came near the dinensional perfection of her own. The two girls probably will be pulling hair before long to settle their spat.
 Meanwhile, other bellies of scant drapery are moving in on the aus tere facade of the Worlds Fair. Just as Eleanor issued her mani- festo against the bubble dancer, Margie Hart, a local strip-tease queen, got in touch with the Fair officials-not on her own behalf, but Eleanor's. Give me a couple of weeks" said Margie. land can have Miss Holm stripping all the other girls out of the picture"
 Confident Marge also offered to take on any other untutored maids who are eager to learn how to dis robe for the World of Tomorrow.
 AAooo tAAC o1uudGAOll OuI Ut Flushing Meadows. It is our Fairs Aquabelle vs. San Francisco's D(n)ude Rancher now and may the best girl win.
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 Morse and re-Morse
 As Irving Hoffman tells it, the pretty girl was seated with her escort at one table, close enough to the next one to hear the occu- pants sounds and conversation As matter, of fact. there was no conversation at the next table. There were merely sounds.
 The two men seated there seemed to be nervously tapping their plates with their knives. Suddenly. the girls escort picked up knife and started tapping, too. One of the members of Hoff- mans party-who used to be railroad despatcher and knows the Morse code-told that what went on was as follows: The two fellows were making remarks ahn,ft tha rr.affv uiry fl,iv,iyi,10