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:...
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