I Know Everybody and Everybody’s Racket

At an exclusive Manhattan nightclub/speakeasy, N.Y. Mirror gossip columnist Walter Winchell is met by a starry-eyed blonde that says she’s also a columnist, back in “Lancaster”. Which particular town of that name isn’t given but we’re told it’s decidedly a hick place. So he takes her in and dazzles her with peeks at some famous (or then famous) stars, mutely sitting at other tables. Paul Whiteman and his current version of the Rythm boys do a number. Two gangsters that apparently are good buddies with Winch share a lot of inside rum-running shop talk. At length, the girl reporter is exposed as a lady dip, and he angrily sends her off in a taxi.