Often now, on moonless nights, the Nazi planes roared over. But in London's better cocktail bars last week, life still sparkled. There was gaiety in Londonthanks, in large part, to visiting Americans.
OWI's towering (6 ft. 7 in.), gloomy-browed Playwright Robert E. Sherwood (Idiot's Delight)* sometime Presidential speech doctor, was in town to "coordinate" U.S. propaganda between London and the Mediterranean. He managed to get around to a fair share of cocktail parties, where he looked miserable, helped serve drinks. Playwright Sherwood's There Shall Be No Night, one of wartime London's smash hits,...
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