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Strictly Personal: Offhand, I'd say Allan and Pearl Levlne are one of the best read duos in the Lowelland. And Banker flette Neofotlstos one of the prettiest in the banking profession, I remember Dracul's Harnpson as the place where I read Horatio Algers Dick Mciriwells under an apple tree. And talking about remembering, bow many remember when a Job in tbe tannery, the brewery and Pollard's were for forever ever? I said the other day that life in Pelham is exciting and you saw furlher proof of it over the week end when the cowling or something fell out of an Alitalir Jetliner onto a house there, proof thai anything and everything happens in that Dear Old Townl You can expect intense competition for the commercial banking dollar in tbe Lowelland from now on. Ethel Eliopou los' Al A stylishness. That end of the seareh touch there is about the name of one our nearby watering spots Long Sought For Marion Pollard's amazing memory.

Whatever happened to Tammy Grimes? Two old numbers I've always liked: Russell Baker The incredible shrinking New York Times A number of persons have written to ask why the money is constantly hemming less. Here are some of the more important reasons: First, there Is the end toward cutting back armaments, which has been encouraged by the arms limitation agreement President Nixon has just signed in Moscow. We must hope that this will not develop into a trend toward disarmament, for disarmament would be so cosily that there, would be no money left at all if we seriously undertook it. Consider the rejative'y minor limitation agreement wiiieh the President has just concluded with trie Russians. An imiiiformed person will suppose that under an agreement to limit arms the war budget will decline, taxes will go down, and everybody will have mor money.

Not so. The ink on the agreement was still wet when the well informed people in the government began explaining why the signing of this agreement meant that we would have lo increase the weapons oudget. HAVING AGREED to put limits 01 a few of the many weapons hi their arsenals, the two super powers must naturally try to compensate for any resulting weakness by increasing their investments in weapons which are not covered by the agreement. Ey laying in more armaments, we shall have something to bargain with the next time we sit down with the Russians to discuss further arms limitations. Obviously then, each step towards iisarmament will necessitate yet another boost in the war budget and a corresponding Increase in texes.

Before we could get half disarmed we should have spent ourselves threadbare buying weapons to negotiate about at the next disarmament conference. Til is is' one main reason why the money is constantly becoming less. Dis armament would be pleasant in an ideal world, but in the real world we simply cannot afford It, Another important reason is Nixon's success in "winding down" the Vietnam war. "Winding Down" a war requires assembling the greatest air and naval armadas gathered since the United Slate was preparing to invade Japan In World War. II, then pulling back all your ground troops to get them out of the line fire, and then blowing holes in several million square miles of Asia.

Obviously, "Winding Down" a waT Is av. extremely expensive operation. Secretary Laird was at the Capitol just tbe other day explaining thai the "Winding Down" In Asia was proceeding so smoothly that it was going to cost us a few more billions of dollars right away. One billion dollars is one thousand million dollars. 11 we "Wind Down" tbe Vietnam war much more, we shall all need a pay raise, and quickly.

This leads us to a third important reason for the money's constantly becoming less; namely, that we keep needing, and getting, more and more money to pay the fantastically high costs of "Winding Down" wars and limiting arms. THE ECONOMIST'S word for it "inflation," which makes It sound extremely dull, which is part of the economist's art. All it means is this: when you get a raise to pay tne increased costs of disarmament and "Winding Down" wars, half the businessmen hi the country decide to raise their prices. Businessmen, of course, need a share of your raise because, besides paying (beir share of increased costs of arms limitations and "Winding DownIJ wars, they also have to give raises to their workers, so that they (the workers) can pay their share of the rising cost of disarmament and "WindkiR Down" while ateo keeping abreast of tne higher prices being charged by busineneu to cover the cost of the raises. There are several other reasons why the money is constantly becoming less, but the subject is too depressing for anyone to dwell upon al length, except economists.

coopies by CHARLES G. SAMPAS "Ctwrookee" and "Avalon." Ideal duos, add: Smmett and Charlotte Beane, ONE OF LOWELLIFE'S earlier adventures: Riding the trolley car to outer Vamum avenue in the summertime. Banker George Duncan the impeccable sartorialite, no question about It, Names out of a happier era literary bandwagon: Fannie Hurst, Edna Ferber, Ellen Gtas gow, E. Phillips Oppenheim, Adela Rogers St. John, Rex Beach, Cosmo Hamilton, Somerset Maugham, Johnnie McAfee an ardent Lowell history buff.

Colonel Marie Louis Amand Ansart de Marasquelles was the first royal figure to live hi the Lowell area. Son of a French marquis and nephew of the celebrated Marquis Montalambert, Col. Ansart had come here from France to help in the American Revolution. He was an authority on artillery and was made inspector general of the foundries of Massachusetts. He was a great friend of Gen.

Joseph Vamum of Dracut, and chose to live in Dracut, rather than return to France, He purchas: a residence on Varnum avenue known as "The Minstree." Diana Arakeiaa 14 Dreiel Chelmsford Housewife "Will it be McGovern for the Democrats I think so, and I think he'll make a I certainly hope so. His present plans good President. He should be able to for health care with Mills and his bug win the nomination on the first ballot. range plans for ending the war seen to He almost has enough voles how. make the most sense.

Phyllis Batted Wallet gap common sense One of the most difficult problems iacing middle class parents today is trying to convince their childcn that money doesn't grow on trees or hatch, like golden geese, out of their billfolds. It does no good to tell a child, "When I was a kid, I rode six miles to school on my bike, and delivered morning papers al 5 a.m. He may get a sadistic kick out of hearing of your grubby past, shivering through snow drifts and wearing holes in your sneakers. But he'll know as well a3 you know that he won't suffer like that. You wouldn't let Mm, A child of 1972 out at 5 a.m.

Or hiking along the expressways It's too dangerous. Maybe you did shiver and sag, as a child; maybe you fired widows' furnaces while learning the value of a dollar. But he knows that you know that sort of activity is as obsolete as the "value" of a dollar, itself. Your child lives in a totally different culture from yours. His excruciating experiences are likely to be psychological, whereas yours were physical, It's the contemporary scene he's adjusting to, and the price of pizza is now 40 cents a slice "and I get an SO cent allowance?" IN OTHER words yoo cannot create for today's child an artificial world, with artificial poverty, and make him suffer.

And you can't pretend lo be more penniless than you are. "I used to dig dandelions for one penny," you (ell your son. And he says that one penny could buy a lot of candy back al, tbe turn of the century; therefore, how about 10 dandelions for a nickel? So you have a pretty yellow lawn. A couple of years ago, a former Protestant chaplain from Columbia University wrote me that "one of the mistakes many American adults lend to make concerning the younger generation, Is that of believing that their young must inevitably recapitulate the behavior of generations that have gone before. "We claim," Henry W.

Malcolm wrote, "that their (our children's) values and Ideology are little more than warmed over theories from tbe past, which the young have not lived with long enough to qualify. This is understandable on our. part. Such rationalizations, In defining the behavior of the young, seem to give us a sense of continuity in an otherwise confusing set of affairs, by making our young look like us when we were their age." But they are not like us at all. "We adults are tbe producers of a Theo Kimball Coughlln I remember as one of our brighter, more talented actresses It has always struck me as one of the most Intriguing as well as shortest Lowell names ever: Ugo Trio An old poetry book and, all of a sudden, I think of the great poets Keats and Shelley, Aiken and Blake, Donne and Hardy, Lander ami Mlllay, Frost and Sandburg and mere always seems so little lime Well, make the time! WHENEVER THE dlseisAa tarts famous bankrupts and all that, I think of late Mike Todd's remarks, He had, at one time, been more than a million dollars in debt.

And I like the way he explained everything: "I've been broke but I've never been poor. Being poor is a state of mind; being broke is a temporary situation." Figure it out for yourself! I have typed the obituaries of Iw many Lowellians the famed and the not so famed the nobodies and the somebodies to ever worry about having to explain anything. As Emerson said, live your life for itself and not Steve Nlckless a Mcintosh Chelmsford Stock nt World War II Group Psychology. They are Individualists." And "it was not Individualism which won that war. It was the gigantic mobilization of men and machines, organized to defeat a cruel enemy, which made that victory." Many "adults living today were never able to fully live out adolescent life styles because depression and war intervened.

Having never been free to test the 'reality' of their parents' world as adolescents, they found themselves adapting to a world fhey had very little personal chance to alter. Thhen, after World War II was over, industrialization and the Federal benefits of the G.I, Bill and the FHA created a social climate which enabled young adults to move Into positions of social respectability." In effect, universities and businesses provided (for us, today's parents) and extension of the military system. Having learned "lo take orders," we melted into the system. BY CONTRAST, today's yanng pea pie (of middle and upper class) have been allowed lime for a lengthy adolescence and permission "to lest the boundaries of reality, or to decide what they really want oul of life. In a sense, young people today have a chance lo choose what kind of life Ihcy want to lead.

Their parents, unfortunately, had it imposed on them. The difference between these two experiences is at the heart of our socialand economicfamily dilemmas." Malcolm makes so much sense that we realize it is no use, whatever, to tell a chikf: "suffer a little. I did." What, then, is the answer. First, be completely honest. Because youth, basically, is Ixmest and appreciates (hat quality more than any other single characteristic in a parent, Second, count on the idealism of youth to teach him the value of money.

Family, or school, or community work programs for a purpose are the most direct procedure. As Dr. William. Sehcn feld, a past president of the American Society of Adolescent Psychiatry, has pointed out, "If a boy goes to camp, and he and his friends pitch in to build a bam the relationship between'; doing and having become obvious. When a school band gets together on a money making project lo buy uniforms, or a class raises money for a class trip well, the young begin to see the connection between working ami getting.

It's real," Not just somebody's memories of a past culture as an apology to When Tbe hypocri: ay, sham and heartbreak, there Is in most lives are enough te keep all of us minding our own busmew This Lowef life is abort ensue, without toe much attention to tbe bull artiiti around "Fiddler om tbe RooT treating all Broadway records. Such popularity ta definitely deterred Jatd Wiltons' love for the New Hanxbature countryside Ray McKeon's starring memory of the old songs Whatever happened to Faje Emerson? Bill Thotnpaon tendtog to his gardening. What a great living legend Noel Coward 1st I remember Irene fiordou best when she sang "It's A Lovely Day Tomorrow" in the mumcsJ "Louisana which stays in my mind ai one of the greatest (along with "Of Thee I Garrick Utley on TV and that reminds me of David Garnet, the actor par excellence hi my book. His fir acting of Shakespearean roles in the second half of the itta century gave Shakespeare's play a new life, a new Bob ConsldiiMr Society's music man Meyer Davis, a good man who has lasted longer In the music business than the harpsichord, is flying his orchestra to London nest week to play at a ball to be given by U.S. Ambasador Waller and Mrs.

Anr.enberg. As far as research reveals, this will be the first time that's ever been done, But there are a lot or "firsts" in Davis' life. The recent death of his friend the Duke of Windsor saddened Meyer. "1 met the Duke in 1919 when he was Prince of Wales," the fabkd leader of the band said the other day. "It was at a large reception in his honor given by Mrs.

Marshall Field in Washington. After that, he sat in several times with my band; loved to play the drums. 1 presented him with a pair of engraved silver drum sticks just after the war, when Robert R. Young threw a tremendous bash for 300 la celebrate the return by the government of Young's Greenbrier. It had been a hospital during the war.

"The presentation was made during the final aflair of the weekend. The Duke was pleased, so I asked him if he would favor us by playing a number on the drums with our band. He agreed immediately and asked for "Tiger "It's possible that the Duke had gone a lillle too heavy on the champagne. Anyway, the musician next to him whispered to him, 'Move your The Duke looked up helplessly and said, 'They're numb." The Duke had an excellent ear for pop music. When he'd come to this country, he'd bring along songs he had heard and liked In Europe, but hadn't gotten over here yet "That's how 1 came oy voiare, 'La Vie En Rose' and 'What Now, My "The last time I saw the Duchess, about a year ago, I asked her if the Duke still had the drum sticks.

'Heavens, she said. 'He has them mounted over his A footnote to the history of Cametot. MEYER'S SUM bates has daaced oVer more debutante parties than the next dozen prominent band leaders combined. But, alas. He sees a decline in the ancient practice of putting a daughter up on the tinseled slave Hock to enhance her potential value at the altar "Debutante parties have fallen off terribly in recent years," he finger on the pulse of that preposterous charade.

"The giils don't seem to be in favor of being 'brought out' or 'presented' any more. It's just net their thing today's world. This has a fected a lot of people who made a buck in that field: orchestras, caterers, dress designers, decorators, hotels, social secretaries and so forth." But all is not lost, Meyer was happy to report: "I played at Jackie Onassis' debut. Recently, a new York columnist had an item that her daughter Caroline, whos now 14, did rot want a debutante party. I wrote to Mrs.

Onassts and asked her if it were true. She wrote back, 'I never saw the article you mention, but what appeared in the paper was certainly untrue. Caroline and I have frankly never discussed a coming out party as has always seemed so far in tbe Despite the debutante party drought, Meyer has his full share, and more of future bookings. Futuristic, really. He's booked into June matter of fact.

He's scheduled to play that day at Ihe coming out party of Miss Jennifer Donaldson, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Bruce Donaldson of Wilmington, Del. Mrs. Donaidsoo Is the former Evafyn duPoni.

Jennifer is now two. Meyer is 7S, Between 1S74 and 1M, he'll be busy with the comings oul of children and grandchildren with such names as Ftre stone. Ford, and McCorrok, not to mention the lineal descendants of William Wood Prince, of Chicago, rod the Wiley Buchanans of Washington. After the Annenberg party, Meyer will move his merry musicians lo Paris for some bash or other, then to Dublin. There, on July 4, he'll make his good music and genially preside over a ball at Cistletown House, a venerable and recently renovated pile of Irish history owned by Desmond Guinness of the Ptftteax THE LOWELL SUN FGCUS Wednesday, June 21, 1972 Pg I Remember Vince Barnett? LOWELL isn't often that GreawrLoweB people can invite, you to a dinner parry fx an out of town uncle and you fend you KNOW that out of town node even if you DON'T know him.

Thai even If you've never before met him, the face of. the out of town uncle is a very, very famlHar one, Gena and Vincent Kehoe were having a dinner party at their home in Chelmsford for Gena's uncle, and Gena's uncle is Vince Barnett; Now if the name "Vince Barnett" doesn't summon for you an instantly familiar face, even today's youngeT generation would spot him irnmedialely as an actor a very, very furmy actor they see on the late, late show. (Gena, whom we've written about before, Is a former actress herself, from a family of actors. Her mother, in fact; has a local angle to her acting chores: She used to be a stand in for Bette Davis.) VINCE BARNETT dropped In to see his niece and her hush and in between performances of The Big Show of The production, touring with a huge cast tlwt includes a number of "star" names, is cashing in on me waves of nostalgia currently sweeping this land. The thirties are very, very big in these troubled seventies, and all that was furmy and timely and swingably singable in that decade is crowded into "The Big Show, of playing to large audiences all over this country.

When the cast is listed alphabetically, Vince" Barnett's name leads all the rest. And among them are Sally Rand as the map of the. world from which she took her danc big with her feathers and fare Allan the singing matinee of the SCO's, and father of pop singer Jack Jones Cass Daley, the toothy comedienne who 'used to be radio's top funny girl in the late thirties, early forties Jack Coogan, first of the child stars Beatrice Kay, supper club singer with the betting style, the "Just Mention Middkstx Fire at the Hotel Yendome By RALPH J. JACOBS Sam Staff Hundred of firemen from across the country are arriving In Boston tonight and tomorrow where they will pay their respects for the nine firemen who lost their lives in the Hotel Vendome tire. Few of us can really know the deep sense of shock which pervades the Boston Fire Department or tbe families of these men, some ol them quite young.

One was soon to be a father. It was a tragic Father's Day in at least nine Boston homes Sunday. TENS OF tboasaads bad come to witness that fire Inst Saturday night. Police had roped off much of the area and most of the viewers were kept several hundred yards from the hotel itself, as firemen and rescuers worked at a feverish pitch in an effort to pull their fellow firefighters from beneath the tons of debris. A portion of the cnee fashlon able hotel had collapsed and some of the dy firemen along with several of the evening shift were trapped, The death count seemed to continue through Ihe night, First it was two dead, 10 injured and seven unaccounted for.

An hour later, as they pulled another fireman from beneath the tons of brick and mortar, Ihe count was three dead, 10 injured and six who were not accounted for. OFF ON ONE the back streets, a 45 ton crane snd its crew wailed lo be called Into service. But fire officials, themselves already weary, feared the use of the large crane In the event some of Ihe men were still alive. And so Ihe almost endless task continued. Men continued to pluck away at tbe seemingly endless task of digging through the rubble.

And Ue almost endless count continued. Four dead, five dead, six dead THK TEDIOUS wwk eoitliwea. Darkness had fallen and large lights had been brought into play by tbe rescue Georgian Society. The patron will be Meyer's old. friend, U.S.

Ambassador to Ireland John D. J. Moore, who once was mistaken for a Guinness shortly after assuming Itta post. "Are you a Guinness?" an Irish dowager asked him. "No Ma'm," the diplomat said, "I'm for ye." My Name in Sheboygan" girl Virginia O'Brien, the pretty brunette singer who was the "Deadpan Comedienne" in so many of those old MGM musicals Orlando Roberaori, lead singer of "The Ink Spots" and others of past If you were to ask Vince Barnett to name all the films in which he's appeared, you'd have to sit through more than three hundred fifty titles.

started on bis career with Earl Carroll' but when he went to Hollywood in the 1920's, was as a screenwriter, not an actor. (He's written one Broadway play, "Sleep It But the Pittsburgh native, who was to become legendary as the "ribber" of famous people, took to the movies as quickly, as they to him, and'he's been in some kind of show biz ever since. "RIBBING" IS the most foa fx Urn, and he has done this ail over the world, play acting at being somebody while off Ihe stage. His press clippings, for instance show him as a bwriedafled her sitting next to Gen. Mark Clark at a dinner party (Gen.

H.H. Arnold, once Chief of the U.S. Air Force, said of Vince, "When it comes to morale building, Vince Barnett's act is equal to a major air in earnest conversation with George Bernard Shaw (Sriaw said, "Barnett fooled me as a stumbling waiter who spills food oil the famous in a vast number of for fun guises. Among the quotes that he cherishes: "Vince Barnett 'puHed my leg' but I enjoyed Ms wit very much" Winston Churchill "Vince Barnett is tops in the entertainment field, exceeded only by his father, Luke" Franklin Delano Roosevelt "I used fo sit tor hours listening to my father tell of the antics of the fabulous Vince Barnett, never beaming that one day in Gary Cooper's home, I would fall victim of his wit and ribbing' Henry Ford, U. squad.

Television cameras kept grinding away and other photographers kept their cameras focused on the firemen who continued their relentless 'task. Tears and sweat had become Intermingled. Every once in a while a small blaze would appear along the top of trie roof. Firemen perched on a snorkfc platform moved along the wall and extinguished it. The large number of.

spectators and the police themselves were ever so quiet. There was no problem keeping the onlookers at a distance. Even those who were as much as a half a block away seemed to sense the tragedy and could only stand In silent tribute to the men who had sacrificed so much. IF THERE WAS any one metneat which could be more heart rending than another, it would have to be the moment a young teenage girl (probably or 17) brake through the police cordon and caine running to her father. Her father was apparently on the day shift and had not come home for supper.

She probably heard the news on the radio or seen a portion of it on television. There Is no telling how long she was there watching with desperate hope that she would spot her father and that he would not be among those who were trapped. Then it happened. He just, happened to come into the glare of the large lights near where the rescue efforts were continuing. She ran from the crowd cryjng "daddy, daddy, oh, my dady," and aha hugged him like there was no tomorrow and as if she would never let go.

But Father's Day was far from a happy one in Boston..