Matt Weinstock, Nov. 18, 1959
November 18, 2009 | 4:00 pm
It's Still 'Professor'
Everyone remembers certain of his teachers, particularly the ones who inspired or stirred him, even if he has lost touch with them and never sees them now.
Julius Sumner Miller, physics instructor at El Camino College and KNXT commentator, is more fortunate. His old math prof, the revered Robert Ernest Bruce, of Boston University, lives in retirement in Redlands. Miller occasionally visits him.
They recall the great men of the Boston U. faculty and how they literally radiated knowledge and instilled in their students a respect for learning.
On a recent visit, during such a discussion, Bruce, now in his late 80s said, "Julius, I think you are now entitled to call me Robert."
"I couldn't do that," Miller said, "after all, you've been Professor Bruce to me for more than 30 years."
"Robert," Mrs. Bruce said softly, "he really couldn't."
IN THE EVENT the same subcommittee which turned up the quiz show dishonesty gets around to fake TV commercials, a fertile field awaits.
A man close to the picture in Hollywood says, "Cigarette advertising is, of course, the worst. Any coughing, [illegible] smoker including myself could tell the FCC that no cigarette is cool or refreshing."
As for a certain commercial showing comparative hair grooming between two women, it's well known, he says, that the models each get an $80 hairdo before the filming.
Then there's the luscious fake frosting in another commercial. Instead of the advertised dressing, shaving cream is used. The product doesn't
photograph as well and it melts under studio lights.
SWEET BIRD FORSOOTH
Has this mist as wet as
the rain in spring
Caused your mind to flip?
Any bird that sits in thick
fog to sing
Surely must be a-drip.
GRANTED, Jerry Giesler has led a full life, teeming [illegible] torrid tidbits about fabulous people. But it does appear gentle Jerry is being rather drastically [illegible] out biographically.
The editors of this paper thought the lawyer's sparkling career was wrung dry on an eight-part series by Florabel Muir in 1952, subtitled "Get Me Giesler." Now the Saturday Evening Post is running "Giesler by Giesler" (second installment this week) and that other afternoon paper announces a 12-chapter series starting soon titled, oddly enough, "Get Me Giesler," by Florabel Muir.
First thing Jerry knows he won't have any private life at all.
PUBLIC AT LARGE -- There was a bright green armchair in the middle of the San Bernardino Freeway in West Covina the other day, reports Mikki Coburn, who lives on Siesta St. in La Puente . . . Rich Fowler wonders if it has occurred to anyone else that a steel mill is a strange place for "cooling off" . . . John Lund has a hilarious satire in the Screen Actor, SAG monthly magazine, in which a butler, learning his actress employer may get a big role, says joyfully, "Verily, my cup runneth over." She says, "Then use your napkin."
MISCELLANY -- A fun-loving friend sidled up to Paul Grimes and whispered, "Pal, I can get you all the poison-free cranberries you want, cheap." . . . Meanwhile others are investigating the possibilities of farkleberries, if they could only find some . . . Cartoonist Herblock has drawn and had printed a wicked caricature of himself, propped up in bed reading his mail, which he sends to those who have sent him get well notes. He's still recovering from a heart attack . . . Frank Barron reports this Hollywood fairy tale: "Once upon a time there was a papa bear, a mamma bear and a baby bear -- by a previous marriage."