The Waterbury Democrat., 1944-03-08
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 Rglnsmi Beach, Fla: Dear Walter Wlnchell," writes Eustace l.. Adams, sI know you are justly wary of accepting possible items from strang- CTS. Our mutual friend, Philip Wylie. I'm sure, will vouch for my verncity. I write mostly for Cosmo- politan and The American Magazine. At the graduation exercise of Off, cers Candidate School one of the brand-new heutenants was a Me- gro. Which meant he had to e good because while they are fair there 6 Colored boy doesn't exactly have Q bed of roses. As you know it Is the custom for the girl friends of the new lieutenants to pin their bars on.
 ~But there were, here in the very deep South, no Colored girls sitting in the grandstand. So at the Big Moment the girls all rushed out and decorated the shoulders of the new officers. And tine Colored boy stood there in little pool of silence and loneliness. After a long instant, however, @ little Army nurse dashed out, pinned on his shiny bars. smiled gweetly at him and returned to the stand. The Colored boys big smile was a thing to see! Isn't this de. mocracy at its most spontaneous best2 More power to your voice"
 Dear Winch" writes Adolf Hit Ter, Until last night thought I heard every Wilson Mizner gag This one is new to me, anyhow Wilson accepted an invite to talk ton Alaska) before women's group. When he arrived at the club he got an attendant to one side and told her to be sure and place a pitcher of ice water and glass on the speakers table. DO you want 1t for drinking?' she cooed.
 No,' said Miner. I do high diving actl"
 A reader relays this from an old Heybroun Broth column: There has never been another war corres- pondent in the least like Alec Wooll- colt. Wm. Slavens McNutt once gave me this vivid description.
 "'Au hell had broken loose said McNutt, and I was taking cover in . ditch as Alec and Arthur Ruhl Rmbled briskly past me on their way Into action. Alec had a frying pan strapped to his waist, and an old gray shawl was flung around his shoulders. Whenever it was neceS- sary to duck from a burst of shell fire, Alec would place the shawl carefully in the middle of the road and sit on it.
 1T saw Ruhl and Alec having a terrific argument, and managed to get there in time to find out what they were quarreling about. Sud- denly we all had to fall flat, but while still reclining on his belly Woolleott turned and said: T never heard anything so preposterous. To me Maude Adams as Peter Pan was as gay and spirited and altogether charming as the silver star on top of the tree on Christmas morn- ing."' Walter, keep that one alive!"
 San Francisco: Dear MT. Win chell." writes c. H. Bailey, managing editor of The California Legion naire, "Im discouraged and turn to you for help. For nearly 40 years worked for daily newspapers from New York to out here. l was called A lot of names in that time, but the best I ever accomplished was when the Mayor of Seattle publicly an- nounced that I was paretic matoid I've nurSed that title in my bosom as my journalistic Medal of Honor, thinking I had got ten some place. Then you bob up as loathsome ghoul with reeklng fingers and make me feel like a counterfeit dime.
 Do you suppose the fact that an intelligent man called me a paretic matoid makes up in degree to hay ing a simple guy like Rankin hay ing you pull jewels and mementos from the hfeless and entombed form