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Divorced. Jimmy Savo (James Sava), comedian; by Mrs. Frances W. Sava, his onetime vaudeville partner; in Reno. She charged that his appearance in the Theatre Guild's Parade (TIME, June 3) had gone to his head...
...were old hands from Broadway and not Union Square. Spry, mad-eyed little Esther Junger (Life Begins at 8:40), clad in bold costumes by Constance Ripley, appeals to other senses than that of social injustice when she performs wildly in the Cuban sugar cane. And shy little Jimmy Savo is most capable not when he is being beset by police, or starving in the street, or dying of appendicitis in a neglectful free clinic, but when he is up against his old comic difficulty of making a complicated and terrifying piece of machinery work. As the proprietor...
...process by which Jimmy Savo, son of a Bronx cobbler, worked his way into the world's most impressive theatrical organization was long and disjointed. Twenty years ago he was a burlesque bum. Before that he had been an amateur in direct competition with Joe Cook, Eddie Cantor, George Jessel, Fanny Brice on Manhattan's lower East Side. In fact, these striplings once refused to appear in an amateur show with Savo because he was so small and forlorn that the audience always applauded him the prize out of pure pity...
Eleven years ago Savo's baggy clothes and shuffling gait began to be seen in such revues as Ritz Revue, Almanac, Earl Carroll's Vanities. Then five years ago Jimmy Savo dropped out of sight. Suddenly last year he popped up again. Almost every month his squinty eyes, bangs and button nose could be found in some glossy smart-chart because Ben Hecht & Charles MacArthur were featuring him in a much-publicized cinema-which has yet to be released. That was the signal for Manhattan literati and humorists to "discover" in Jimmy Savo a new Charlie Chaplin. Even...
...Rome. Of all places Commissar Litvinoff chose the city of Pope Pius XI and of Benito Mussolini as his next destination. Just before sailing from Manhattan on the crack Italian liner Conte de Savoía he lost his hat twice in a wild mêlée of Communist sympathizers and autograph hunters, retrieved it a second time with the merry cry, ''Ah-at last I have caught your American tempo...