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Records: Tommy Dorsey's (Victor) "Symphony in Riffs" might sound a little better if played at a slower tempo. . . Richard Himber's imitation of Basie and other bands is done quite well (Victor) . . . About the Goodman Quintet's record of "Pick-A-Rib" (Victor): It sounds to me as if his brother Harry were the bass player on the record. And brother Harry runs a barbecue on 52nd Street in New York known as the Pick-A-Rib. That wouldn't be an advertisement, would it? The first side is uniformly bad, sounding something like one of Ray Scott...
Born. To Evelyn Walker Robinson ("Evie") Robert, 29, beauteous Washington hostess, columnist (Eve's Rib) in the Washington Times (see p. 34); and Lawrence Wood ("Chip") Robert Jr., 51, secretary of the National Democratic Committee; a daughter, their first child; in Manhattan...
...minute weekly broadcasts of Burns & Allen, Comedian Gracie Allen gives her radio listeners many a rib-tickling account of her mythical family. Since these relatives, invented for her by the Burns & Allen gagmen, are either nitwits, convicts or a blend of the two, they are frequently identified by their places of residence-Alcatraz for father, such other Federal and State penitentiaries as San Quentin, Joliet, Sing Sing, Leavenworth for brothers, uncles, cousins...
Like most of Evie's antics, this one had a purpose: to attract attention to 1) her new daily column, "Eve's Rib," in the Washington Times and Sunday Herald-Times, and 2) herself, as a candidate for a $9,000 a year job as a District of Columbia Commissioner. Of the President Columnist Evie gushed the other day: "He was so charming that I forgot to be frightened. ... It was quite the most impressive experience I've had, and had it not been for that great personality, I would have been scared to death...
...brown speck. He remains motionless, staring at it in fascination like one hypnotized. . . . This is a game, old boy; it has started now. Forget that hollow stomach feeling. This is a football in the air; your anticipation is over; the future has become the present. This is why your rib felt like it was cracked last week. It's why you sweated and studied and dreamed. It is the dust and monotony of a practice field. It is the soggy, moldy smell of the locker room. And remember, that ball is coming down now. Ahead are eleven men in Green...