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Young Boy’s Comment at Play Is a Show-Stopper

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Wardrobe!

“Stop the Show,” a new book detailing unusual theater incidents, recounts a Burbank production of “Sleeping Beauty” in which “the actor playing Prince Charming entered wearing very close-fitting tights.”

A boy of about 4 in the audience “clearly was having his first live theater experience,” wrote author Brad Schreiber. “He stood up and, clear as a bell, announced to his mother and the rest of the Falcon Theater, ‘Mommy, I can see Prince Charming’s penis!’ ”

Recipe identity theft? Jean Koch of L.A. received one of those get-rich-quick e-mails from Nigeria, but the sender wanted access to her cooking secrets (see accompanying).

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An oversensitive bank? Sara Meric of Santa Monica noticed that one financial institution was impatient, if not hurt, because she hadn’t used her credit card for several days (see accompanying). Luckily, she wasn’t fined.

For a different philosophy ... Check the sign spotted in Studio City by Phil Proctor of Beverly Hills (see photo). “Zen teaches patience,” Proctor observed.

Everyone’s a critic: A surprise 80th birthday party was held for Delmar Watson, one of a family of child actors-turned-news photographers.

Several slides were shown from his many movies (“Heidi,” “Mr. Smith Goes to Washington”) catching the youth in a wide range of emotions.

Afterward, as Watson thanked the crowd, he paused in his remarks, obviously overcome with emotion. “C’mon, it’s not a paying role,” someone yelled out. It was his 93-year-old brother, Coy, whose movie career started in 1913.

miscelLAny: Arthur Verge’s pictorial history “Los Angeles County Lifeguards” is a refreshing read on days like we’ve been having lately.

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Verge mentions that Prohibition-era gangsters would try to bribe lifeguards to look the other way so the hoods could unload booze from speedboats on the beach at night.

Lifeguard Morley Gillan, asked if he ever accepted such an offer, replied, “No, ‘cause I knew if the gangsters didn’t kill me, my mom would.”

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