Canadian Film Weekly (Dec 28, 1955)

December 28, 1955 CANADIAN FILM WEEKLY Page 25 Nets) q Observanda A HAPPY NEW YEAR to you. And you. And even you. Nice letter from old-timer Ernest Ouimet, who says that “I enjoy Film Weekly and am always looking for the mailman on Monday. Of Reg March: “He is one of my kids that I picked up in Montreal and brought to St. John in 1917—and I am very proud of him” Charlie Cashman of Photo3 Engravers, York Township’s Deputy Reeve, was chairman of the committee responsible for a fine historical volume. Thanks for my copy. .. Loads of lira from Milan backers going into what will be the town’s most fabulous coffee house. They’re converting the front of the WardPrice building on College, with murals in the style of Veronese, Picasso and others, along with ceramic arts to enchant the eye. The W-P building, in Tudor architecture and set back from a flagstone sidewalk, is a natural for an open-air cafe . . . “Some faces are created to bewitch you at first sight,” wrote Sholem Aleichem in The Great Fair, the story of his boyhood. “Such faces cry out, ‘Love me!’ And befere you know it you do love them” .. . Ramon Navarro, claims Germaine Clinton of Canadian News Reel, is the one who isn't Rudolph Valentino. MR. PROOFREADER, please! The name is Ron Ringler, not “Ringer,” as we carried it in a recent issue. The Du Pont lad is the SMPTE contact in Canada From Paul Gormley, Ottawa's Variety mugg: “Thanks for the wonderful report of the George Awards. Like most who read it must have, I had nostalgic vertigo for several hours after finishing it.” Paul’s dad, who died in 1947, was manager for years of the old Morrisburg Music Hall, three flights up, where Intolerance was roadshown with a 42-piece orchestra in the pit. The noise it made during the battle for the Tower of Babylon almost shook the chandeliers loose . . . Alex Barris calls Barry Fitzgerald the Irish Menasha Skulnik—which reminds me that on Spadina, it’s said, they billed it this way: The Prisoner of Zelda... . Anyone wanna chip in to get Jackie Gleason another robe and the Noxzema girl a change of fans? That gets me on this: A recent television show here for kids was interrupted by a commercial insert for — honestly — shaving cream... Spyros Skouras, at the March of Dimes dinner in his honor in the Waldorf, NY: “You will forgive me ‘if I express the emptiness I feel in my heart because of the absence of my dear brother, Charlie.” Charles Skouras, a great human being, passed away earlier this year. BILL PAPPAS, night headwaiter at Bassel’s, the aftershow restaurant for nightclub performers, was an exhibitor in Lucknow, Ontario, until recently. We were talking about the depressed state of the movie biz when his eye caught the traditional masks of Comedy and Tragedy on my tiepin. “If business stays the way it is,” observed Bill, pointing to the masks, “they'll both be crying.” LET ME THANK you for the dozens of Christmas cards that brighten both the spirit and the eye. The office looks like an art gallery . . . Crawley toying with an RCMP series? .. ./ hear CBS has two professors of French working out a vocabulary for dubbing that will be acceptable to TV listeners both in France and Quebec . . . Fumio Kojima of Inter Theatre Services says there's a girl named Suki who bores him. Her trouble? Suki Yaki The life and wars of Walter Winchell make up a very interesting hook. Let's Go to Press, authored by Ed Wiener, who gave us The Damon Runyon Story .. . Man proposed to a starlet, saying: “Vd be proud to have you as the mother of my children.” Her reply: “How many’ve you got?” Good Canadian story by R. S. Lambert, in Exploring the Supernatural, is called The Ghost That Talked. All I've got to say is that it must have taken a Course in Public Spooking Kinsey, the legitimate pryer, is back from Europe with material for 20 books. Suggested overall title: Love Js an Any-Splendored Thing . . . Mice in the Supreme Court? Give the bovs in black a raise, so that they won’t have to pack a lunch every day. No food scraps, no mice. et u The Gag Jag _ wil WE SOSIW 1! _. CANADIAN PRESS was checking on an AP story about a Golex Films of Toronto building a big studio in New Jersey. Nobody knows from nothin’ around here CBC’s hour-long Audio program, which seems to be running low on local columnists as guests, continues to pass up one of the town’s best, Stan Helieur of The Telegram. Go figure that one . . . Gabbed with Anthony Quayle, the lead in the Broadway-bound Stratford production of Tamburlaine the Great, at the meet-Guthrie-and-group get-together in the Royal York. Quayle just came off the JARO picture, The Battle of the River Plate, and he felt quite haunted, for but a few short hours away was the anniversary of that great naval victory, which would bring a touch of reality to his unreal participation . . . Animal Farm, an animated cartoon that attacks dictatorship eloquently, chains you to your seat as it develops... Atomizers that clog are the curse of sinus sprayers. I can’t wait to get something I just heard about—an electric schnozzle nozzle... Honestly, does anyone care a whit about the chalk-talk bit of TV weather gabbers? Just tell me if it’s going to snow or if it isn't, then shut up . . . Catch Frank Rasky’s roundup of this country’s columnists in the current Liberty. Its opening analysis of the average pillar filler is of classic quality. Very good reading all the way, even the part about me. A GIRL WHO was a great one with knitting needles was always looking for novel and difficult patterns. One evening the Chinese characters on a menu attracted her interest. She took it home and the result was a white sweater with black Chinese characters. Some time later, while wearing it, she met a friend who looked at her and roared with laughter. It seems that he read Chinese. The characters she had copied so well said: “This is a lovely dish and quite cheap.” HORSE STORY making the round is about a bookmaker whose young son asked him what ethics were. Pop tried to answer by giving an example. This is what he said, as given by Frank Lillich in the Buffalo Courier-Express: “{ can’t define it, but | can give you an example. Yesterday at the track a fellow bet $1,000 on a horse and gave me a brand new $1,000 bill. Later I discovered he had given me two $1,000 bills, and they had stuck together. There’s the question of ethics: Should I tell my partner?” HILLBILLY recruit, having told the examining officer that his father was dead, was asked what he died of. He didn’t know. “Were you there when he died?” Cress. “What did the doctor say?” Replied the hillbilly: “He said: ‘Cut him down—he’s dead.’ ~ + PERHAPS THIS STORY about two garment manufacturers will give you a laugh. They were bankrupt. Every design in their line failed to catch on and they were in trouble. They decided to end their depression by jumping out of the window of their office, which was 14 floors up. The first one jumped. As he passed each floor, occupied by other garment manufacturers, he saw that they were empty and that the machines were idle. But the seventh floor was different. It was crowded and the machines were humming. This boss had found a popular line. He looked up to his partner, waiting to leap. “Sam, don’t jump!” he yelled. “Cut velvet!” At the bottom of a list of prices on a hamburger stand was this: “Time—2c.” The fellow who told me about it asked the one-man staff why. “People bother me for the time. I Jook up and cut or burn yourself. The sign stops them.” So the man said .. . Friend of mine who is a good Labor analyst predicts that Labor men will soon be heading communal and welfare drives, tasks traditionally handled by business figures. It will result from Labor’s growing sense of security—the guaranteed annual wage, the use ot psychologists in industry, etc. With the fear of mass unemployment gone, Labor will take its place in communal matters beside management .. . Andre Prefontaine of Trans-World Lab phoned the depot here for the Montreal train time and was told 11.30 p.m. He asked the young lady whether it was Toronto time or railroad time and was told: “Everybody’s time.” :