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How Ed Murrow Snags Top Stars; No Reviews, Thanks, For Pinky Lee NEW YORK ... Ed Murrow’s secret for getting big Hollywood stars—like Bing Crosby—to go on his Person to Person is the fact that they greatly respect him. He has extremely influ¬ ential friends in the film capital. Ex¬ ample: Samuel Goldwyn. Murrow bet Goldwyn a certain picture of his would be a flop. Goldwyn’s check, framed, now decorates Murrow’s office wall. ■ Pinky Lee is one oj the jew successful performers who hopes first- string critics won’t review his show. Before it went on the air. Pinky’s wife prophesied, “The little kids’ll love it, hut Madison Ave. (the ad agency neighborhood) will detest it.” When I asked him what one rather rough critic thought, Pinky lisped, “He hathn’t thaid anything tho far. We’re jutht hoping he doethn’t even hear about uth!” ■ Eddie Fisher tells me he turned down cigaret and beer sponsors before that soft drink company decided to pick up his TV tab. He felt he ought to be associated with a product that wouldn’t conflict with the “all-Amer¬ ican boy’’ idea . . . Eddie denies rumors he’s splitting with his man¬ ager, adds, “Milton Blackstone’s my friend. He can have anything I’ve got —except Debbie.” ■ “That fellow with Jackie Glea¬ son”—Art Carney—drinks milk reg¬ ularly, a la France’s Premier, Pierre Mendes-France. And weight-watcher Gleason often gulps low-calorie soft drinks. When an Englishman visited them backstage recently, Gleason loudly asked Carney, “What else you got in that milk carton?” “Nuthin really,” shrugged Carney, “just brandy.” “I got straight gin in my glass,” shouted Gleason, “—and away we go!” The visitor later confided to a Broadway friend: “They did a jolly good show—considering they were both plahstered!” ■ Girl talk: Zsa Zsa Gabor has trouble remembering and pronouncing the names of TV programs. She com¬ mented the other day that she “vould like to go on Vot’s My Secret.” . . . Dagmar’s living in Hollywood, expects to crash the movies . . . Ann (Corliss Archer) Baker is 22, but is always seeking teen-age material for her show. She asked New York res¬ taurant man Vincent Sardi, Jr., the other day, “Where do 18-year-olds go in New York?” Said Sardi: “The 18- year-olds in this town are tough; they go places where the 45-year- olds can’t get in.” ■ New York comedians hoping to do their shows permanently in Cali¬ fornia give a new reason for shifting: “Out there you can do all your work in the daytime and get a lot of rest. In Hollywood, there’s nothing to do at night!” ■ Edgar Bergen will emcee three or four big TV shows from Holly¬ wood, so he’s moving his Washington radio disc jockey show westward. “Radio or TV?” he says. “Itfs a hard choice to make. On radio, you have no audience any more, and you die. On TV, you work so hard you kill yourself. Either way, you’re dead!” 15