Life — June 28, 1928 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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ALONG THE Dear Pac Witarp: You’Li prob- ably break down and groan when you learn that I have finally gone native. Well, I have, Wil- lard, but I’m not ashamed. Let them point at me as if I were French pastry and s: ‘here goes a moron,” but I'm glad I discovered that I am, while I’m still adolescent. I found out that frequenting the nickelodeons on 42nd Street, deposit- ing a penny and then turning a crank on those gadjets marked: ‘‘Alone at Last!"— “What Girls Do"—“Ain't Love Grand?” and other gimmicks, is all a waste of time. Now that summer has come, one need zo to these joints for a thrill. I dis- | 48! covered that you can stand on the south side of gist Street between Seventh and Eighth Avenues these warm eves and see amess of Eves from Ziegfeld’s “Rosalie” company cooling themselves on the fire escapes outside of their undressing rooms. Exerybody who is nobody is doing it, Wil- jard, and when “Scandals” comes to town, they tell me, there's more eye-filling George White hopes to be ogled on 43rd Street. Yop, it seems that the staff of the Times, who tenant in the Times Annex, which is across the way, work for hardly nothing because of the Ann Penningtons and other baby dolls who Can't Stand the Heat unless it comes in bottles. Talk about the local morons! I. was on 46th Street the other sundown and a choir was rehearsing in a church. Beautiful voices, too, Willard. But across the street in one of the brownstone dwell- ings a second-rate musical show was being whipped into shape, and clogging the pavement in front of it was a huge group of gaping fellows having the time of their lives. Not one of them could be inter- ested in the choir. I could end this para- graph by saying “That's New York!” But I’m up to here with so much gos- sip that if I don’t unload a mess of it all over you, I'll bust. Frinstance: Did you know that the only persons in England who wear straw hats are butchers? 9 MAIN STEM Mary Earl, who wrote “Beautiful Ohio,” which sold over three million copies, is a man named Bob King Mary Mul- hearn of “Scandals” poses for Blue Jay Corn Plasters....Ben Hecht, collabora- tor on the salty play, ‘ ‘The Front Page, who also wrote that hardboiled flicker called “Underworld,” lithpth There is a press agent in town who exploits a biblical film who is an atheist... .The Grand Street Boys’ Clubhouse is not in the Ghetto but on 55th Street David Belasco punctuates his telegrams with “Hooray” instead of ‘Stop.”.. .. Frisco was once a prize-fighter but he had to give it up as the resin got in his eyes. .... Did you know that they have apartments in the Metropolitan Opera House Well, they have “King Lear” is not only the name of a Shakespeare play but also the tag of a 43rd Street employment Lee Tracy, who played the hoofer in that hit called “Broadway,” can’t even do a time-step nie says he was offered a job in a Lon- don show but that he turned it down be- cause London has no speakeasies Heywood Broun, who was once Sacco- analysed, was the Pulitzer surprise of the year -“Don't be a hairpin!” is Broad- wayese “for “Don't be so old-fashioned!" and the height of being a cad these days is hitting a woman with your hat on. Well, it Whoopee long now! Walter Winchell. (Another answer to Walter Winchell.) Parts, France. Dear Watter: “Oh,” has all too often said, “to be in April now that London's here.” It has been raining constantly. I’m sorry if this information causes several hun- dred Californians to cancel their trip to Paris, but the French city is all wet. I've been nursing a cold for over a week, taking some form of hair tonic because I don’t know the French word for aspirin. I tried “‘as- perge,”” but they brought on asparagus. as Courtney Akt “You were going to give your old man some sort of surprise on Father's Day. Did you do it?” “T'll say I did. I didn’t send home for any money that week.” comicbooks.com