New Britain herald., 1930-10-10
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New York, Oct. 10 - Thoughts while strolling: The clump of feet over those temporary elevated side walks. Like the chatter of sabots on | cobblestone. Women who part hair in the sleek Grecian manner, attend high-brow lectures, get cock eyed in Harlem night clubs. And think ''Lysistarata" is art instead of a fil- thy play.
 Theodore Dreiser, a Terre Haute, Ind. boy, who made good in the city. Do radio performers have to wear sideburns? Fluttery, quick talking flappers eternally glancing in mir TOTS. Col. Joseph Hartfield, the lawyer. The widow mannikin pa- rades in upstairs gown shops cer- tainly tie up traffic.
 John N. Wheeler's Panama and brief case. Those freshly barbered gamblers with write rayon shirts and pungent scents of cologne. The East 54th street blind pig owner who is a fashion plate. Pastel shad- ed suits with lapel flowers to match, the very idear! Tush and Tut, sign painters.
 Somebody should tell the capti- vating Irene Bordoni never to take high note. Ladies who walk along slowly-until they pick up someone. No. Is Park avenue where the Courtney Coopers hang out. The silk district. Agencies supplying French maids and English buffers by the hour for those aching to put on the lug.
 Union Square looks natty again. But it is a public park and should be for children and peaceful citizens instead of wild-eyed agitators. Viola Brothers Shore-a writer with pretty name. Why does this disinte-. grate so many friendships. Medical students with peaked goatees.
 The grand all-glass- -and-alumi- mum book cases. Old Faro Pete is rheumatic corner news-dealer. Whats blind stitching? An euphoni- ous name. Karletta Klomski Kapet- ta. Electric fixtures go modern, too. Tho timorous sunshine of Indian summer and the silvery haze that hangs over the town.
 Fat cops in roaming cars search ing for unmuzzled dogs. But the big police dogs are never bothered. You could take the eyebrows of Irwin Cobb, Ring Lardner and J. M. Flagg and stuff a fair sized mattress. And the ears of o. o. Mcintyre and sail a boat.
 An elevator man in our neghbor- hood has two signs: Nice weather and Bad day" The appropriate one versation.
 The Bowery dance hall is gone. The boys and girls have drifted up- town to the dime ticket places where they ''dawnce" instead of "dence." A big undertaking parlor graces the spot where Chuck Con- ners held his weekly free-for-all "spiels" Over his entrance hung a banner: Grab a rag and twist"
 A gentleman called today whose avocation of all things is peddling deluxe penthouscs. He has them from S10O.0O0 up to a half million. Some kidder gave him my name as a prospect. He described one so glowingly I ventured to inquire the yearly upkeep. He figured off-hand s5O.0O0 and my lantern jaws folded back into the usual despairing pleats
 On hell-roaring Water street is a musty shop testing ship chronomet- CTS. They must be regulated after each landing. for a slight variation puts a ship off her course.
 But farthest north in odd enter prises is in a Park Row cellar where a white whiskered old gentleman in skull cap plaints horse hair hat bands for dude city ranchers. He charges from $50 to $60 and can