New Britain herald., 1930-12-12

NC" l O1h, OSC- Hod6 iito while strolling: Who remembers when telephone calls were free in hotels? Hard-as-nails ladies affect ing a dreamy uncertainty. Ewing Galloway, the photographer. still clings to his coon-skin cap. Some how I lose all interest in actresses who endorse face lotions.
 Bob Davis. Carson City, Nevada, boy, who made good in the city. Those boys in roadsters with police dogs who call papa "The Governor You can't see the grandeur Of Pierres from the outside. Anna May Wong's eyes have the bright ness of rain-washed berries.
 Fifth avenue used to be the" ad- dress, but upper East Side cross streets are now swankier. Some thing sad, dry and musty about linen store. And clerks seem char acters out of Dickens. Funny how an invalid often dominates an entire household of healthy people. Sam Barnard, Jr.
 The Sixth avenue watch repairer who sits at his work bench wearing q red fcz. Does anyone else miss the black cat in the flower shop window near the Hippodrome! Either I have run into a flock Of gnats or there arc spots before my eyes. What became of ring-Norms?
 A shop dealing in nursery wall paper. Otto Kahn always looks as successful as the Blue Train. Chlef Long Lance. the Indian writer, who wears embroidered evening shirts. Joe Schanz, the tailor. Those fugi- tive lines Of poetry that sallop through ones head. Alice. Zieg- felds famous telephone girl.
 Our lives are spent among friends who cannot tell the color Of our eyes. A sportly dressed man eating an apple along the street. Charles Francis Coe and Gene Tunney have become pals. Those all night tap dancing schools in the old brown stone fronts.
 The former Edith Gould is no longer pump. btlltNS It sP'"" my next vacation in the Ozarks. And fatten up on salt pork, I've, hominy and pot lihker. Go barefoot, pick chiggers and chase razor backs, Somot hing the matter today. The old fashioned simples, l suspect
 Speaking Of Joe Schanz. He has long been one Of the tailors to hloods of the town. One evening recently in a London theatcr he occupied box. In the audience he exchanged greetings with many American friends who were customers. Al the intermission they held q conference and drifted back 10 their seats with their coat collars yanked up in the back and their clothes otherwise out of kilter They then pointed to their misfits and at Mir. Schantz, who departed blushing furiously.
 My current enthusiasm for cor rectly fitting clothes are those fea- tured by Clifton Webb. the actor, uho knows how to wear them.
 And for the style conscious there arc those white evening vests, fitting like banana skin. and born by Aubrey Eads. There are no gaps CT wrinkles between buttons and the whole effect has the fXedness of something in steel. The secret is tho front is the 'dummy"-the weskit being fastened up in the back.
 America has the best dressed men Of any country I ever visited but has never learned the precise angle for silk hat The silk-hatted New Yorker always looks as though he will begin walking sideways and burst out singing While Stroling through the park" almost any minute. The British can make the high hat as natural as the Apache does his long-Visored cap.