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Yankee Doodle Dandy . . . in Hollywood By Teet Carle N ostalgia is easily come by. It takes so little to trigger an upsurge of it. Like reading an item about an award for a major screen star, and immediately thereafter watching a 90-minute television special. A news story said that Bob Hope had been voted a "Georgie", the statue named for George M. Cohan, as Entertainer of the Year by members of the American Guild of Variety Artists. The video program, a month or so ago, was an adaptation of the Broadway musical, "George M." The hour and a half was full of sparkle, fun, and heart tugs. That must have been the way it was for most of the life and times of George M. Cohan, and not at all like the few months during which I was privileged to work with and know this fine entertainer — and human being. I suppose that the time that the "Yankee Doodle Boy" spent in Hollywood in 1932 were some of the bitterest Cohan ever knew. I've seen*some pretty miserable stars in my time, but few so unhappy as the man who signed his letters "George M.” When, nearly 40 years ago, it was announced that Cohan was coming to Paramount Studios to star in a movie titled "The Phantom President", I reserved a seat on Cloud 9. I was one of three unit publicists working for the late Arch Reeve, and I knew that somehow I had to get myself assigned to that film. Back in small-town Emporia, Kansas, I had grown up wide-eyed at stock company "mellerdrammer" and traveling one-nighters, dreaming that someday I'd be a part of show business. A man named