Life — April 19, 1928 — page 19: what you’re looking at

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Along the Main Stem WILLARD, Op Pat, Orv Pat: Hotsy-totsy, hoop-dee-doo ! Am I feeling swell? Well, you can go ahead and quote me. I finally met the sweetest potato this side of the Mississippi and I’m still inco- herent—dizzy—or if you understand Jewish—I'm gahgah, Willard, she just bowled me right over just as soon as she hurled her orbs on me and I went just like that! You'll pardon me, won't you, old pal, if I secin hysterical, but them is those. When I first got a load of that De- lightful Thing in Silk and Chiffon my heart thumped and I gazed into her lamps and said: “Baby, do your And she cooe So I had to let m: d gag: “Well—they bother me. It's little things like that, Willard, that make big chumps like me, but I no can help. I suppose the mob will kid me to death about Her, but ooooh, Willard—she’s torrid! I call y little voom-voom. = "Smarvel- wonderful, dah, de dah, dee, ¢ only thing that worries ard, is what the wife will say. HAVE been making the rounds of the Squares—Longacre and Times (in case you've forgotten your New York so soon), and I also did the Sepia Belt—you know, Harlem, where all the little blackbirds flip their hips and toss their torsos. Harlem isn’t as hot as it was th time last year, but it still puts zip in you. Take the new revue up at the Cotton Club, They've a brown- skin, titled Cora Redd, who jigs like nobody and she’s a ringer for Clara Bow—same haircut and stems. Lil- lian Powell of the same troupe grinds her thighs to contagious music and Duke Ellington's band is sizzling. The couvert is low and you don’t have to don your con- sommé and herring. HE band over at the Ambassa- deurs’ on 57th Street, where Otto Kahn's little boy, Roger, dropped all thst dough, is enticing the gay set and Dan Healy is doing swell at the Sith Street museum. Barney's in Greenwich Village still is the ace of the sin-dens down there. Walter O'Keefe of South Bend warbles there to his own guitar accompani- Ste: I'm so afraid I'll forget my lines. Prooucer: Never mind, little girl, the audience won't. ment, but he leaves you lim he offers his own version of * and Johnny"—which is the sauciest lyric heard in this town since Le: len rocked them at the prem| The Three Musketeers” with a wow called “Gossips.” Over at Texas Guinan’s the other dawn a blazing kid who simply hates wearing clothes came out to do her specialty and Texas announced her like this: “Now give this lit-tul gir- rul a great big hand—she won a when Tue Ornmist: FORE! beauty prize once and got a blue ribbon.” And a drunk yelled: “Yeah —well, why don't she w 2” fell right off my chair. I guess that mug weighed her in the balance and found her wanton. Very well, Wil- lard, I'm sorry. By the time you get this, New York will be whistling, singing or dancing to a new ditty labeled “Collegians terned after the “ 3 it was written by Dorothy who is Lew Fields’ dotter. Another swell dance chune is “Oh, Baby,” from “Rain or Shine,” the show that stars Joe Cook. WELL, I'm getting a letch for Reuben’s between sandwiches, and I can’t think of much else to tell you, Willard, except that up at Harvard they do not call sex-appeal “It” or “S. A.” any more. It’s “B. U.,” meaning bio- logical urge. And we were making up sentences with words the other night and Dorothy Parker fashioned a sentence around “Burlesque” which went: “Waiter, I think I'll h two soft burlesque for breakfas' George S. Kaufman's had to have “punctilious” in it. Here it is: “Mary and Tilly are sisters. Mary is a nice girl—but oh, how punctili- ous!” I thought I'd die! However, not for just a week, not for just a month, not for just a year—but all ways. Walter Winchell. comicbooks.com