ED SULLIVAN Boje Gets Boost from Fond Master NEW YORK In the Dietz- Dietz- Schwartz musical, "Inside USA," Beatrice Lillie directed a choral group in the stanzas of "Pitts burgh." Written in oratorio style. this was directed in bravura fashion by Miss Lillie, who also served as soloist. Instead of a baton, she directed the male and female voices with a string of pearls which became hopelessly entwined around her. In Hollywood, on opening night, t the pearls came loose and Miss Lillie, remembering remembering that bal-lerina bal-lerina bal-lerina Valerie follow her, i5h& 7: IBettis from ln- ln- curnng a sa-croiliac sa-croiliac sa-croiliac aliment by sweeping up the pearls v?jT r - while directing Sullivan if you didn't see Beatrice Lillie achieve this "Pittsburgh" hilarity on the stage, you saw her do it on the Sid Caesar TV show. Our miniature French poodle. Boiangles, named after Hoofer Bill Robinson, heard the song the other day as Bea rehearsed it with Les Compagnons de la Chanson, Chanson, the French group brought here by Edith Piaf. Bojangles fled under the couch. IN THE COURSE of years, my associate, Bojangles, hears pretty nearly all of the great names of the theatre. He has become so close to the people of show business, in fact, that he may have to take out a card in AGVA, or AFRA or the Screen Actors Guild. French poodles are remarkably remarkably intelligent. Our Bojangles, and this may be sheer conceit, is twice as smart and affectionate affectionate as the regular run, and certainly certainly five times as spoiled. "Come on up to the apartment," you tell a caller over the hotel phone to the lobby. The rhythm of the phrase, repeated often, means only one thing to Boje. He starts barking and continues barking until the doorbell rings. "YOU KNOW OSCAR," you tell him soothingly. "He wrote 'South Pacific.' " He barked so furiously at Ted Lewis that Lewis said: "How do you like that, Ada? The pooch must have seen my act." Those who don't like dogs never will understand the thrill dog owners get out of their pups. First one I ever had was a bulldog, in Port Chester, N.Y. and since then we've rarely been without a dog. One was a wonderful chow, the next a scottie. The third was a miniature poodle, Bojangles, and when this fine little pet died, we got another and also named him Bojangles. We've still got him, after almost six years. - HE ARRIVED AT our house because of a column I did on the death of the original Boje. A breeder of miniatures, Olga Rogers phoned from Bedford Hills and said if we felt like that about dogs, she'd like to entrust one of her pups to us. This little Boje, strong as a tiger cub and twice as . frisky, does nothing to your heart but accelerate accelerate it. He is a member of the family, a ' personality, a loyal friend. He's quite a character.