The Waterbury Democrat., 1942-09-03
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NOTES or A NEW YORKER
 When N. K.. aEenCkon was here
 the other day visiting his former
 eonapirAtor, George Jean Nathan
 the latter took him to his at4h
 Street apartment to give him . go-
 lng.awny gift ;. rt turned out
 % Do betetr than gold to Mir,
 Mencken, Q beer connolsseur--
 of the few bottles left--of Prisoner
 lager 'TJi open it for you"
 George said 'No-no-nol" ai- most shrieked Mencken. apilsener
 is best when it is as cold as a fed- up womans heart"
 MencRen fondled the bottle of beer tenderly and took it home to Baltimore from where he sent Nathan this note of appreciation l: "As l put it to my lips" Menck said, land slowly swallowed every
 drop of it--all the angels in my
 throat kept murmuring your name"
 John Mason Brown, the dramatic critic, who went under the sur- geon's blade to put himself in con- uitlon for naval commission, will prove to be worthy of the Navy. II. The Navy need have no fears about his presence of mind, either ... Once when Brown was deliver Ing a lecture in New Orleans--he strolled up and down the rostrum, making gestures as he lectured |. He strolled so far he walked off the platfornl-dunping himself into some laps Returning to the platform calmly, albeit bit bruised, he continued with: ITO pick up he subject where we dropped it ."
 George Kelly of the Yacht Club Boys was reminiscing about a friend named Frankie Moore, noted sportsman along Broadway in his time x. A right guy-"and an easy touch" A handout to everyone who asked for it Moore owned stable of race-horses, and when one of his associates doublecrossed him in a deal, Moore vowed: Just wait. III mark him for the rest of his life wherever gamblers go. Wait1l the new season starts" r. :. And when the new season starts" And when the new season started Moore entered his string of two year olds. He named them: Ungrateful, On the Cuff and Welcher.
 One of the trigger-minded under world lawyers was spellbinding a group with tales of the killers he had for clients <. He offered the saga of a Detroit mobster, named Fleischer, who was the toughest guy of them all He was so tough, 1t appears, that once he walked into a crowded Chicago barroom and stick it up alone {. The bar tender said: "Ain't you made mis- take, mister? This joint is owned by Al Capone!"
 So what?" was the reply. "Tell him Fleisch was here!"
 That's one for me-" said the colyumist Jotting down notes ,. Il Leave out my name, fevvensakes!" pleaded the lawyer Why? It 1 gives the story authenticity!" he was told q can't afford to be quoted | saying Fleischer was the tougest | gangster," was the logical retort. | T have l50 other clients who think | they arel"
 Dear Walter" writes the prodigal | Izzy Elinson, Just few lines about | Hollywood and the war effort. The | new dimout laws are awful. Drivers | can't see to hit the pedestrians .. Things are so dark a lotta guys are kissing their own wives Black outs may force the Warner Broth CTS to give up Humphrey Bogart pictures. The air raid warden keeps turning off their electric chairI .. Mechanics are working at top speed to make planes and our flyers can hardly wait to fly them. Last week at Lockheed they built plane in a dozen hours-five minutes later a pilot took off in it-and six hours later he cabled: "Am in Australia. Please send motorl"
 The best places permit gin-rummy games these nights, but until the other evening the Storque never NAAGABC0 ANo S1eAOAAo A0A eAaS ~s@N N1t which cost the management at least 60 cents One wealthy couple, steady patrons, were in the night the Storque decided to charge for the deck While they were play ing the owner sent over bottle of on the house But But when the check included si for the cards-they refused to pay itl
 That reminds us of Shirley Booth'c adventure Shirley or dered Walter Florell. the famed milliner, to make her velvet bow 'as only you can make it-you genius!" Florell took yard of ribbon and twisted and draped it into a pretty bow for her pretty head.
 "Thatll be S30," concluded Florell.
 Thirty dollars!" squeaked Shir- ley. For a piece of ribbon?"
 "No," Florell meowed, "the rib- bon is free" Last night one of Republican cam ildate Dewey's former assistant dis