The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1908-06-02
Stuart Gould in the June Broadway Mag
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| Ten thousand tightly dressed people
| afoot in cabs, trolleys and subways swirl
panile-like Times building. Some have
| come all the way from suburban towns in
| Jersey, Long Island, Connecticut and New
! York state, for here is the very heart and
center of the Broadway theatre district,
| here they can move and glitter with all
that is specious and brilliant in the night
| life of New York
"Tel all the gang at Forty-second
street that will soon be there" runs an
old song. This is the very impulse that
| has moved these 10000. This is Forty
second street and Broadway. Some call
| it still by it's old nickname-Longacre
square. To the habitues it is known as
1.-The Four Corners To the world at
| large it is Times square, happy hunt
| ing ground for the sporting fraternity
and the people of the stage.
| Here are the gaudy restaurants, the
lobster palaces'-Rector' and Stanley
and Churchilrs, the Knickerbocker grill
and the Aston "Orangerie," and' Consi-
! dimes Metropole, rendezvous of prize
| fighters and racing men. Across the street
Kid Mccoy. had his diamond shop with
| his real name over the door-Norman
Selby Here Tod Sloan had his billiard
| hall.
Amid the innumerable hoarse shoutngs
the vast, bobbing stream of theatre
! goers eddies and seeps at last under the
! fierce electric signs into a score of play
houses. The streets grow quieter; the
| curtain is up
At midnight the babel buzzes again; the
playhouses spout their black, filmy jets
| back into the narrow streets. The traffic
police maneuver in feverish squads The
whole thoroughfare is blocked with
| coughing, gruntng limousines, stalled
street cars, raucous-voiced cab drivers,
masses and blocks of humanity. 1t Is
supper time in the Tenderloin! And until
o'clock champagne will pop and Holsters
broil in the palaces that line the square.
The glory of the Bowery lies following
on the shelf alongside that of Rome.
Athens and Carthage it is true, but for
all that the Bowery is still very inter-
esting place at night. The murderous
| gangs of Chatham square have been
scattered; Suicide hail. with its memories
of desperate girls and carbolic acid, has
| shut up shop; "Scotty'' Lavelle is dead;
big Bill Devery lives In a mansion on
! West End avenue, and only Chuck Con-
nors in his pearl buttons, dinky cap and
"Chimmle Fadden" disguise is left to
| tell the traveller of the naughty old street
/ of wore. But for all that the Bowery
| still is the murky highway of the East
! side slums. daubed with the good raw
colors of low life. From Park Row to
! Chinatown you will see rank files of
dead houses where five-cent whisG
(made on the premises) is purveyed,
trashy nickleodeons filled with obscene
| pictures, rough -and-ready dance halls
where the sailors congregate to two-step
| on the sawdusted floor and listen to the
| walters, clad in vests and aprons that
have long ago given up all attempt at
Wilderness sing "Good-By- Sis or I'm
| the Kid that Built the Pyramid"
In the daytime the street is calmly de-
| voted to the petty soamercs which goes
on In its many little crowded shops
clothing stores. pawnshops, cheap restau-
rants and the like. ~ night the great