Broad Brighton

Fascinated by roguish Cinemactor Maurice Chevalier, the Women's Club of Manchester, England, last week invited him to lunch. Godfearing, they counted on the presence of dignified Dean Johnson as toastmaster to make everything all right. But at the last moment the Dean said he "must decline." Roguish Maurice and the ladies had fearful fun.

In Cardiff suspicion arose as to what M. Chevalier means when he winks, rolls his eyes and sings in French. Summoned before Cardiff's Watch Committee, M. Chevalier's English manager tried to argue, was sternly ordered to produce a verbatim translation.

It was produced, read, debated. Finally the Watch Committee decided that roguish Maurice may not sing in Cardiff.

Undaunted, he went on to Brighton. "In Brighton," proudly declared a civic alderman, "any man can sing anything -- well almost anything -- in any language he knows."

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