Swing (Jan-Dec 1953)

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330 S* he handles it. Actually, Buttons has been engaged in some of the oldest wheezes in the world of farce and making them seem new or at least reasonably acceptable by sheer technique and charm. (Red Buttons Show; CBS-TV Channel 9, Mondays, 8:30 p. m.) RADIO developed its own brand of humor of which the comedy of insult was the best. This sort of of thing, for example: JACK BENNY: Gee, I wonder if the Colmans are planning to give a party for my homecoming. ROCHESTER: Could be. They gave a dilly when you went away. The humor of self-disparagement, which is hardly new any more than the comedy of insults is new, was raised to a high level : GEORGE BURNS: Why don't you tell your wife you want to go fishing. What are you — a man or a a mouse. HARRY MORTON: I'm a man. She's afraid of mice. And the switcheroo became a high art. 'The last job I had was working as a waitress at a race track. You know one of those places where windows clean people," is a fine example of the sort of joke that is a little too clever for its own good. For humor that sneaks up on you, I still like Herb Shriner, one of the gentlest of all humorists. Shriner was talking about shopping for toys for Christmas. "The tin soldier sets come with four tin civilians," he said. "They put the draft board right in the box." Popcorn and Notre Dame THERE has never been anything quite so passionate as the subway alumni of Notre Dame unless possibly it's a Dodger fan. A subway alumnus, as I suppose you all know, is a guy who has never been within 1,000 miles of South Bend but who still feels Notre Dame is his team. Every Saturday, these devout souls journey either to the Century-Marine Theater in the far reaches of Brooklyn or the CenturyProspect Theater in Flushing, to watch Notre Dame maul the opposition on large screen theater television. Notre Dame has been the greatest thing to happen to these theaters since double features. For one thing Saturday afternoon in the movie theater dodge has always been sacred to the small fry who pour in at 30 cents a head. For Notre Dame, the management charges $ 1 for a seat on the main floor and $1.50 for the balcony where