Comic Fred Allen's self-written weekly scripts are regularly combed for libel, slander, offense to tender sensibilities. But now & then, despite radio's stout guarding, Allen manages to sink a punch line into some touchy solar plexus. He has never been sued for anything he has said on the air, but this season he has set a-storming: 1) Philadelphia's hotelkeepers, because of a crack about the size and appointments of Philadelphia hotel rooms; 2) the drug-store trade, over a yarn about a would-be pharmacist who "flunked in chow mein."
Last fortnight, for the amusement of...
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