The Waterbury Democrat., 1942-10-15
REMNANT

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 can remember nights at An-
 gelo'g
 When time held back, to watch
 the fools ct play. There were the violins that tlarobbed
 throbbed and rose
 The wine that dreamers used
 to find their way, There was our friendly clan the
 toasts we knew
 The lovely songs to quiet or to
 stir,
 And you were there to keep . vigil,
 too,
 Against a drop of sheerest gos-
 fsanneT.
 We will not find that magic Inn
 again,
 Strange winds have swept the dust
 of time aside,
 Many q, moon has waned and waxed
 since then
 Many a song has had its day and
 died;
 Yet as an era falters to a close, I can remember nights at Angelo's. THE BARD OF BROADWAY. Doris Dudley tells the one about the girl who volunteered for service overseas, where she found army life stripped of gold braid and glamour in an Australian colony of strategic value.
 She'd have swapped everything for a double feature at the Bijou back in Peoria, holding hands with the guy she left behind. After one tough day, she went to her tent and fell asleep without undressing.
 In Q few moments she was up- stairs in her Peoria home, awak- ened by the familiar sound of a model T car. A minute later her big, strapping six-foot boy friend rushed into her room and carried her down to his waiting car.
 What are you going to do?" she demanded.
 Its up to you, baby" he grinned, tits your dream!"
 Henny YOungman says the Mayor Is having no more luck beating the racetrack bookies than the. rest of us.
 Now that Wilson Miner's yarns are being revived, George Price sends the one about Mizner watching 3ilda Gray.
 "She shakes her hips" he ob- served, "as though she was trying 70 get rid of them"
 In Beverly Hills the other night irving Mills, the music publisher, threw a party for many showfolks and musicians. They were all there from Stokowsh to Cab Galloway. For the finale all the tooters, ex- :ept Galloway, went into jam ses- sion. Come on, Cab," said Mills, be Sociable."
 You forget" said the swing man, me an Stokowsk. are stick menP A war correspondent related this story yesterday. One of the allied warships, in a recent encounter in the Mediterranean, had no trouble putting two Italian vessels out of the war. The captain watched the ships burn-with a pained express sion.
 why are you looking so glum, sir?" asked commander. The enemy is in flames!"
 T know" was the grim reply. 'The radio operator on one of them was our best spy"
 Over at the War Production Board two men, working in the same huge office, never met each other. one quit every day promptly at 4 p. m. The other struggled until six, some times seven.
 Finally, after weeks of it, the latter, who noticed the other quit at 4 every day, went up to him: "I'd like to ask you personal ques- ton. We both work in the same office, yet you quit at 4, and l can't clean up my work until much later. How do you do it?"
 well, I'll tell you," said the clock watcher. Every day about 2 or 5 when reports start coming in, I sim ply scribble on each one: Refer to Commander Smith, I figure that in a big office like this there's always some guy named Commander Smith"
 why, you so-and-so" exploded the other, rolling up his sleeves. My names Commander Smith!' The Morning Mail: Dear wv: The anecdote in your column the other day about Dorothy Parker and Robert Benchley having a cable address = Park Bench = was most timely. Next day noted nag was running by the name Park Bench. phoned Bob Considine, but he wasn't enthused much about its chances. later learned it was owned by a newspaper adv. manager. That made me more certain of the hunch. Y l~ak NE kn xryix0 Mat TNr0fffC &104