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Jimmie suspects Frances Longford and her manager, Ken Dolon, ore married. Left, Worren Hull, the new Show Boat spieler.
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bill for |150. Frances returned both dress and bill — they were equally distasteful. And despite repeated denials, I'm pretty sure Frances has been married to her manager, Ken Dolan, for
more than a year.
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Two singers worth notice: Bill Roberts, the baritone who is rapidly making a name for himself on the coast here over NBC, and Florence George, who thrilled a recent Crosby hour audience with her super coloratura and who, happily, has signed for
the new Packard hour.
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BOOS AND BOOSTS: Margaret Speaks continues to please with her crystal-clear soprano. . . . Howard Barlow is rapidly becoming one of the better conductors of both classical and popular music. He's on a par, in many minds, with Meredith Willson and Andre Kostelanetz ... A choice sprig of wall rocket (all right, look it up) to
Joe Penner for his very sad gags (despite the fact that children seem to like him) and his sadder "comedy" situations. I fail to see humor in insulting
remarks . . .
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As far as the radio audience is concerned, Judy Garland, Maureen O'Connor and Jolly Gillette might just as well be big grown-up ladies. Such maturity is difficult to believe in children — yet a wise man once said that girls grow faster than boys. Maybe that's why Bobby Breen still sounds very
young on the air.
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Heap laughs occurred when Fibber McGee and Molly tossed a farewell buffet supper at one of Hollywood's roof garden cafes. Just as the guests were about to tear into the victuals, a swarm of flying ants (uninvited) hove into sight and settled on the condiments. Within five minutes the tables were literally covered with the pesky
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pests. A master mind ordered the lights out and the party sat in total darkness for half an hour, until the anties had gone. A good time was had
by all.
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Nino Martini entertains the fond desire to hop off to Italy as soon as his current picture is finished but maybe Mussolini will make it tough on the tenor. Benito might remember that Nino did some very fancy soldiering and give him a gun. And anyhow, whatever will Nino do about leaving
lovely Elissa Landi behind?
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Dorothy Lamour may be a sophisticated siren in the movies but she's a plain home-body in real life if this incident is any indication: At a recent cocktail party, Robert Armbruster (who has taken over Werner Janssen's duties on the Chase and Sanborn show) sang some Dwight Fisk-ish ditties (slightly off {Continued on page ()S)
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