At a party in Manhattan's swank Hotel Pierre, a young man with a gold discharge button in his lapel bounded to the platform with the aplomb of an old vaudevillian. His selections from Broadway's Song of Norway and Carousel stopped the show. Last week, one of the guests, a Broadway agent, signed the singing war veteran to a contract, and had high hopes of landing him a fat part in a musical comedy. For husky Sidney Lawson, 23, it was quite a step. Only a month ago he was a member of the Society...
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