Matt Weinstock, Jan. 2, 1960
January 2, 2010 | 4:00 pm
More Quaint Quotes
The quaint quotes of former S.F. County Supervisor James McSheehy ("The handwriting on the wall is as clear as a bell") were uncorked here recently with the comment that no such language mangler has been uncovered in L.A. I was wrong. There is one. He is an executive of a public service organization and his picturesque speech has been carefully jotted down over the years by the spies. However, I had to promise not to reveal his identity in order to glom onto these gems:
"If we can be of help, let us know. We're as close as your nearest telephone pole."
"Let's ask him directly. That way we get the information right from the horse."
"It hit me like a blue bolt."
"He made a bee dive for the door."
"After the election the skulls will be flying thick and fast."
Don't wait for them -- they're asleep at the ball."
"Put it in your pipe and chew it around awhile."
"That way we'll kill two bird seeds with one throw."
"Keep your eye on him. Some day he'll be in the horse's saddle."
"He's not worth a roll of beans."
"We don't hear from them all year and then they call on us when their back is against the firing wall."
THE LADIES under the dryers in a west side beauty parlor were gabbing about their Christmas gifts and parties and general Yuletide behavior and one said vehemently, "I could kill that husband of mine!" Another added savagely, "I'd like to murder mine, too!" A weary-looking young mother in a corner called out softly, "Will you please include my husband in your killing -- I'm too tired!"
DID YOU NOTICE?
A statesman -- and his name
From any party, group or
When asked, "Are you
Will never give an answer
He'll tell you, "I'm not
But man! His feet are
just a blur.
--F. MENDELSOHN JR.
THE DAY before Christmas a group of ladies came into Wadsworth VA hospital in Sawtelle and handed each of the 335 patients a modest greeting card with a $5 bill enclosed. That's $1,675, quite a sum, but the ladies do it every year without publicity or regard for racial or religious beliefs of the recipients.
They are 200 members of the Breakfast Bridge Club, founded in 1932, of which Mrs. Harold Link is board chairman. They meet monthly at the L.A. Breakfast Club, for bridge and philanthropy. The big chunk of money is raised each year at lunch at the Beverly Hills Hotel early in December at which all sorts of articles are auctioned. The ladies have considered other gifts but decided the patients could best make use of the cash.
One of them, Cy Silver, thought they should know the boys appreciate it.
CY RICE, who wrote the Ted Husing book, "My Eyes Are in My Heart," reports the famous announcer, crippled and almost sightless, can now walk a little through the use of a brace. Previously he had to lean heavily on someone. And if those who sat near him when he attended several recent sports lunches wondered why he didn't eat, Cy confides that he couldn't cut his meat but wouldn't say anything. Ted hopes to live the rest of his allotted time, in New York, from the proceeds of the book.
FOOTNOTES -- Dave Orr made his annual pilgrimage to the Rose Parade yesterday just to hear the Salvation Army band, which he considers unparalleled . . . The Red Cross has a $2.25 head start on its 1960 fund campaign, thanks to five boys aged 8 to 11 on N. McCadden Pl. They picked up the swag from neighbors when, lighted candles in hand, they went caroling Dec. 23 . . . This is to report that Burroughs Direct Mail Advertising, of which I was inadvertently made an executive vice president by its fun-loving bosses, Eric Smith and Bob Hemmings, has come through with a Christmas dividend check -- for 24 cents. The payola on this job is like crazy.