“One of the best thing that Christians can do in our cities is throw really good parties,” Runyon said.
Forty-five years ago Runyon referred to Harold as "my good friend, the tall and stately columnist for the New York Mirror."
Everyone else wore one then, why didn't he, Runyon asked Harold.
"Because I do not look good in a hat," Runyon quoted Harold as replying.
Runyon was born in Kansas, after all, and his Times Square was a fantasy even in 1950.
Runyon was popular, not because he was a particularly good fellow, but because he was so supremely cheerful.
And she knew that from the beginning she had hoped that Runyon would appear.
Sylvia and Runyon had made a run for it and had got home before the worst of it came, she had said.
That was to say, Runyon was the moving factor in the arrangement.
"Your milk, sir," says he, grabbin' the tray and shovin' it in front of Runyon.