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...always comes when he packs up a couple of suits, throws in his stacks of unanswered mail, and heads for the station. A few days later, a waitress in Tucson is apt to find herself in deep conversation with a kindly, grey-haired gentleman from the East; or a bellhop in Paris will note the loquacious American who talks with such intensity in the hotel lobby; or a group of students in Germany will hear a lecture delivered with much waggling of eyebrows and flourishing of hands by a distinguished author from...
...small (5 ft. 6½ in.), earnest funnyman was born Aaron Chwatt, the son of an immigrant hat blocker. He got the name "Red Buttons" because of his flaming hair-now prematurely grey-and a bellhop uniform he wore on his first comedy job while he was still attending a Bronx high school. Before the surprising success of his new show, Buttons had made some eight or nine guest appearances on TV without causing any particular excitement ("My first spot was on the Milton Berle show four years ago. And now-think of it-I'm playing in competition...
Girl at the Window. The first would-be rescuers-a bellhop, a traveling salesman, a sweating, gentle-voiced detective-could see nothing of the boy but one dirty hand which gripped the window facing. Eying it, they pleaded. After a while, the dirty fingers groped toward them and took a lighted cigarette. But then the crowd sounds swelled below-the fingers had flipped the cigarette out and down. "Come in," the detective cajoled. A voice beyond the hand mumbled, "Why should...
...women took off their coats, leaving on the hats, and looked around the room. "Where's the bar!" one said. The press agents looked quickly at a bellhop, who walked over and whispered something to them. One of them said, "I hope you noticed the wonderful photography . . ." then the door opened, another bellboy wheeled in a portable bar, and the press agent turned away and sat down...
...women shouted: "Quiet, he's going to tell another story." Captain Auten cleared his throat. "Once, when I was at a hotel in Marlborough . . ." The press agent buried his head in his hands. "God, I've heard this one fifty times. I need a drink." He waved to a bellhop for the drink and explained that he was travelling with the Captain and had spent the day before passing out two-dollar bills to people on the street and offering them "The Chance of a Lifetime." "Not many people took the money but the Captain goes over fine with women...