The Wilmington morning star., 1940-02-06
Man bout

By George Tucker

NEW YORK, Feb. Sit does
seem at times that New York
isn't very polite to its visitors from
HOLLYWOOD, especially when they
are guys who are supposed to be
engaged to Carlo. They slip into
town quietly, and although they do
their best to hide away in lonely
places, such as at nightclubs and
theatrical premieres, their lives are
made miserable by people who pop
from behind secret doors and de-
mand interviews.
AS a case in point let us exam
inc the sad story of Mr.. Gaylord
Hauser, the Hollywood vegetable
Juice prophet. Mr. Hauser is the
lucky young mar this season. Last
season it was Stowkoski, emem-
Der? And before that it was Mamou-
liam, the scholarly young director.
Many fascinating stories preceded
Mr.. HauSer to u town, telling
of his experiments with the juices
of the turnip, the carrot and the
tomato, and r%emarking also that
he, and none other, was the man
who would lead Miss Carlo to the
altar. Mr.. Gaylord Hauser did not
say this himself; at least not to
me. Nevertheless, that is the set
up as we pry into his story.
This Gaylord Hauser arrived in
New York just before, or just after,
or simultaneously with (the records
aren't very clear on this point) Miss
Carlo, and wishing naturally to
be alone and away from the curl
osity of the herd, he took her to
supper at Twenty-One, which. in
a genteel sort of way, is like hav-
ing a barbecue at high noon in
Macy's front window. There he en-
countered a select mob of actors,
writer's, producers, publishers. and
other ne'er-do-wells. There too he
and Miss Carlo made free with
a fine meal which advanced all the
way to the salad stage before
trouble, in the guise of a veteran
Broadway reporter, presented him.
self.
IT want to talk to Carlo"
Mr.. Hauser heaved himself to
his feet. Cant you see," he said
soldly, that Miss Carlo is in a
highly state"
Now this was a libel against a
fine, sturdy girl. Miss Carlo is
far from Besides, she en-
joys crowds, even if her escorts
do not. If crowds upset her she
wouldn't have dinner at the Rain
bow Room, which is something
like the main dining room at Penn
~sylvania Station. Nor would she
lunch at Rumpelmeyers, which is
also like lunching in Times Square.
She does have, I believe, a very
genuine contempt for those who in
wade her privacy for no legitimate
reason, as she should have. After
all, only a sap wants to force his
hello on someone else, even if that
somone gives him a low, throaty
"hullo" in return.
But back to Mr.. Hauser. What
is there to it that he and Carlo
will wed ? That is anybody's guess.
My own is that if they ever do
see the altar they will see it sep
arately. I seem to remember too
many other SWANS of other years.
|. 1 seem to remember a bitter
winters day, with the great Stow
kowski, alone and detected, gazing
gloomily toward a certain ship in
the harbor. Miss Carlo was aboard
that ship, secluded in her state
room, having lunch with Bob Reud,
of Hickory, N. c., and New York.
She had lunch with this same Mr..
Reud the day after her supper with
Mr.. Gaylord Hauser at Twenty
One was ruined, and unless the
waitress who served her is lying,
Miss Carlo isn't very faithful to
Mr. Hauser's vegetable juice diet.
She began her repast with a sim
pie order of p~rosciutto, which is
italian ham and melon. Then she
ate a French lamb chop over which
Law a curl of bacon. There was a
side dish of broccoli, and / hope
there " ) juice in it. This was fol-
lowed py allumette potatoes. Then
she disposed of a chiffonade salad,
and topped this off with a rousing
cherry jubilee, which is ice cream
smothered in pitted, black cherries
that have been famed in burning
brandy. She had coffee.
It's none of my business, but II
I were Mr.. Gaylord Hauser and
wanted to live my own life Ia
take Miss Carlo to some nice, quiet
broadway sidewalk cafe, where ]
could be alone.
Mrs. Laura Ann Roberts
Il