The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1923-01-29
new YORK BOWS
KNEE To NEW
IDEAS
Give Them Novelty and Make
Them Wait for It, Key to
Success, Says Greene.
By WARD GREENE.
CoasnOuOlitan News Service.


saw the wealth, beauty, wit and
blue blood of Manhattan turn social
cartwbeels at the languid beheet or
a twenty.seven.year-oid photog-
rapher from Syracuse, N. Y.
Just three years ago. George Kesse-
lere was all but starving to death
as hack painter. A dub at the
easel, he turned to the lens. On
borrowed capital he opened New
York studio on the one theory,
"give them something different and
make them wait for it."
New York will always look at
the new; if the new SEEKS difficult
to obtain, New York will fight
to get 1t. Theater managers have
cashed in millions on this principle.
George Kesselers. who granted
sittings grudgingly from the first,
became the fad photographer Of
the day on it.
Last night, society and Bohemia
house warming at his new gold and
bronze studio. And. canny boy!
He issued but one hundred invita-
tons. The result was an assem-
blage which no novelist would
have dared to imagine for his big
New York scene.
Charlie Schwab, the steel king,
/ and Mary Eaton, Of the F'ollies;
Irving Berlin, jazz monarch, and
Sigmund Spaeth. dean Of Wagner
critics; Galli-Curci and Paul White
man; Cornelius Vanderbilt. ST..
and Francis McKenna. Tammany
nnrnS~oI O5PNon
hero, and pretty Billie Burke; Ben
iamino Gigli, of the opera. and Ray
Doeley OF vaudeville fame: these
and scores Of other king pins and
queen pins Of every conceivable
art, profession and business flowed
eagerly at midnight under the
golden draperies above the thresh-
old OF a young photographers
home!
"Where is that dear Kesselere:"
they chartered. But Kesselere. true
to form. was not there. Nor did he
appear until nearly 1 o'clock, and
then as though this sort of thing
| bored him to death. Did his guests
like that? Archibald, they loved it!
Nowhere, I believe, save in this
amazing Manhattan. could there be
q Kesselere. But New York is a sky
rocket city. A name sputters out
Of Limbo tonight and swoops to the
stars; today's bright-burning planet
may siEzle into outer darkness to-
morrow. And SO 1t goes.
! met Capt" John T. Vickery in
front of the Bush building today. I
knew him when he was a SIS a
Now he is president of the Vickery
Industrial Service, Inc, and worth
a million.
This ex-polieeman came to New
York with less than Kesselere had
nothing but an idea. He gave big
business the "strike-stopper.''
You know the "strikebreaker"-
he's a back number. The strike
stopper" who succeeded him, goes
into factories ostensibly as a work
man. In reality, he is a Waterman.
an investigator, leavener of dis
content, the key with which capital
locks the door before the horse is
stolen,
II you wonder sometimes why the
red flag Of riot no longer waves in
some of the big industrial plants of
the nation, ask Capt" John Wick.
cry, the "ex-con," who employs
thousands Of strike shoppers" today
and rides in limeusines and his own
yacht.
Sometimes these New York fame
seekers haven't an idea. ViVienne
Bonner, a brown-eyed girl Of twenty,
arrived here from a Main street of
the Middle West with only a con-
Stunning ambition to conquer Broad
way. She did it-with memory
of how she cut paper dolls as a
little girl. Miss Bonner tells me
she had her happy thought when
she looked at the silhouettes on the
theater play bills. They were all
black. That night, with her grand
mothers scissors, she cut out sill
houettes that were many colors.
Now her work plasters the Hobbies
Of half the music shows on the
Rialto and little Miss Bonner is
famous.
The Kesseleres, the Vickerys and
the Donners are not uncommon in
New York. Neither. for that mat
ter. are the Evelyn Thaws, the
Ponzis. the high.fiyers whose singed
wings dropped them to the depths.
But they are another story-quite
another story, believe me!