"They [the Jews] ... are using their not inconsiderable influence in the Press and in Parliament to embroil us with Germany." Thus wrote the Very Rev. William Ralph ("The Gloomy Dean") Inge, retired dean of London's St. Paul's Cathedral, in the Church of England Newspaper. When the fuming British press demanded proofs, the lemoncholy divine admitted: "I have no direct knowledge."

Testifying against the Wagner Health Bill on the grounds that it might loose a flood of needless Government-given medical care, Dr. Morris Fishbein, editor of the Journal of the American Medical Association, rhetorically demanded: "Shall there be also plastic surgery at public expense for all degrees of lop ears or a saddle nose?"

When she was returning to Britain from the U. S. four years ago, British dogcatchers stuffed Mrs. Patrick Campbell's Pekingese, Moonbeam, into a crate labeled "rabies," hustled him, "shrieking with indignation," into quarantine. Next day Actress Campbell snatched Moonbeam from the official clutch, sailed back to the U. S., eventually settled in Paris. Last week, still miffed, still dandling Moonbeam, she soliloquized: "It was easier for me to sacrifice the happiness of giving my talent to my English audience . . . than to break my little dog's heart."

To puzzled Town Hall clubsters, meeting to discuss "The Business Man and the Arts," Chairman Wendell Willkie, president of Commonwealth & Southern Corp., with great unction read a silly telegram from a serious man: ". . . Please extend to all of the [Pulitzer Prize] winners my hearty congratulations . . . Franklin D. Roosevelt." Explanation: The club originally planned to honor the Pulitzer winners, requested a Presidential message, changed its mind without notifying the White House.

After Ignace Jan Paderewski, 78, collapsed minutes before his Manhattan concert* last week, Eldon G. Joubert, his piano-tuner and companion for 30 years, was asked if the Maestro would ever give another. Said Joubert sadly: "I wonder. He's worn out."

Month ago Manhattan's Circus Saints & Sinners Club, a self-boosting boosters' organization, honor-guested folksy little Dr. Allan Roy Dafoe, made him don a white gown inscribed "Doctor of Litters," carry a bag labeled "Mass Delivery." In Callander, Ont.,/- fertile Father Oliva Dionne decided he had been ridiculed, slow-boiled, exploded with a damage suit against Dr. Dafoe.

At the New York World's Fair:**John Jacob Astor III; Henry Ford, who let school children snapshoot him; Glamorite Brenda Frazier; her onetime cavalier, William Livingston, who dined at another table; Vittorio Cini, Commissioner General of the 1942 Rome Exposition (said he: "Mussolini and Hitler are thinking peace"); Playboy James Donahue, who smashed a photographer's camera when he snapped Cousin Barbara (Countess Haugwitz-Reventlow).

At the San Francisco Golden Gate International Exposition: The Maharaja of Kapurthala and his son, Major Prince Amarjit Singh; G-Man J. Edgar Hoover chumming with Attorney General Frank Murphy (see p. 16); Mr. & Mrs. Harold S. Vanderbilt.

* Twenty-first of his farewell tour. Four more remained.

/-Where whimseymonger Alexander Woollcott will shortly go to play with the Quintuplets in a cinema short.

** Whose $7,500,000 deficit, said Park Commissioner Robert Moses, will necessitate a second year.

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