Guests

Last week gossip-mongering Walter Winchell went off on a secret vacation. Like a symphony leader turning over his baton to a series of guest conductors, Columnist Winchell had arranged for a series of celebrities and near-celebrities to write for one day each his syndicated On Broadway. Each playing his own particular tune, the first half-dozen guest conductors sounded off as follows:

Tramp Jim Tully: "When life itself is a lie, what matters one more or less before one rides the white horse of eternity into the desert. . . ."

Novelist Faith Baldwin: "Unaccustomed as I am to public squeaking. . . ."

Travelogger Lowell Thomas: "The way is not broad, but it's long--(and it was more so 40 years ago)--from Peking through inner China, along the caravan trail of silk, past the Kunlung Mountains, Afghanistan, through Eastern Turkistan and the Khyber Pass and into India. . . ."

Major Edward Bowes: "I am going to write about my amateurs. . . ."

Bandmaster Rudy Vallee: "While a brunette does quicken my heart more than a blonde, yet I have cared deeply for several blondes and still enjoy their company greatly. A woman's physical charm is the thing that first attracts me, but unless she has many other wonderful qualities that my mother has, I am afraid we could never be happy. . . ."

Senator Huey Pierce Long: "I suppose a columnist substituting for Walter Winchell ought to reveal some of the gossip of the Senate. Well, here goes:

"There have been rumors in the cloak rooms that F. D. is going to 'Renovate' my good friend Jack Garner, to middle-aisle it later with the chinch bug of Chicago [Secretary of the Interior Ickes]. There is nothing to this rumor, my friends, because the alimony would be too high."

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