Oct. 10, 1957
He quickly thrust it into his pocket, then, as if his curiosity were too great, took it out, admired its sparkle and displayed it to Mary.
It looked like a valuable ring, and Mary was about to suggest that he advertise it in the Lost and Found, but he rambled on about never having found anything in his life and being alone in the world, his wife having died, he said, a year ago.
Suddenly, he insisted she try it on, and when it was on her finger he broke the spell by saying:
"You can have it for two bucks, lady."
Mary handed it back, glared at him, got up and walked away.
Just then another woman sat down and the next time Mary looked, the old guy was admiring the worthless piece of glass on her finger.
But, admits Mary, it certainly had a beautiful setting.
FALL-OUT--No, Virginia, we're not changing the words to "How High Their Moon" or "It's Only a Man-Made Moon."
Quick-on-the-draw note: A letter mysteriously delivered to my desk had inscribed on the envelope, "By Satellite"--with a professional-type sketch of the Russian moon hurtling through space emitting its beep-beep-beep...
"Gosh," he said, "I wonder where they take that from?"
"Didn't you know?" said bartender George Fedor. "From the new satellite!"
G.B. inquires plaintively, "May we also soon expect spherical drive-in stands with pseudo-antenna selling satellite burgers?"
MOZART'S "Haffner Serenade" will be performed at USC's Bovard Auditorium tomorrow night, opening the Music Guild season, and William Steinberg, who will conduct the chamber orchestra, believes he has the explanation for some of its puzzling un-Mozartlike passages.
Critics have long wondered why there are no flutes in the first movement, no oboes in the second and hardly any tympani at all.
Steinberg's research disclosed that Mozart wrote the piece for the wedding of the daughter of Sigmund Haffner, Salzburg burgomaster, in 1776. Well, the musicians at the clambake also served as waiters and they had to take off when the cook called out "Hot food!" As for the tympanist, he was the headwaiter.
OK, SO the Dodgers are coming. Now let's have a moment of agonizing reappraisal.
In luring them here, some of our best people made a sickening spectacle of themselves, indulging in reckless, hysterical, fishwife conduct and thereby holding up Los Angeles to nationwide ridicule.
More than the Brooklyn Dodgers, the third-largest city needs a little dignity or at least less hypocrisy and demagoguery. Perhaps it is too much to expect.
LOOSE ENDS--The new $1 bills are in circulation. They're the same as the old ones except they have the name of Robert R. Anderson as secretary of the Treasury instead of G.M. Humphrey and "In God We Trust" above the big "One" on the other side...
Jan Herd can't help wondering if the exhaust fumes from the additional trucks needed to pick up combustible rubbish will contribute as much to smog as was eliminated by the ban on incinerators...
A brochure for Friendly House, 538 S. Harvard Blvd., which rehabilitates women alcoholics, is titled, "One for the road--back"...
A Rand McNally ad in Time states, "any day now the earth will launch its first man-made satellite..." Oops, trapped by an advance deadline.