New Britain herald., 1930-10-22
O.O.McInfyre

New York, Oct. 22.-Central Park soothes a transplanted New Workers nostalgia for open spaces. A make shift, of course, for truly rural beauty and solitude. but every hour it is dotted with harassed city dwellers seeking escape from the ircoherent chatter all about them. This breathing spot rib-near the pulsing heart of the town is the only place remaining for leisurely strolls and studied. contemplation. Five minutes from the stirring jan gle of Columbus Circle one comes upon a milk and er-colored COW chewing a cud of bovine content- ment.
 A short space further on and T shepherd with a magnificent snowy collie stands under a tree watching sheep grazing and flicking their tails. Ladies with tiny sun parasols jog by in horse drawn landaus with patrician pomp. Old men under spreading umbrellas swing croquet mallets on the greensWard.
 Along the Mall children of the rich ride on rented Shetlands or in goat-pulled carts. Squirrels scamper through the foliage, and tucked here and there arc martin boxes and whitewashed dove cotes. Elderly ladies in silk hats gallop side saddle alongside youngsters astride in blcomers.
 On cool, murmurous paths sitting the beautiful Shakesperean flower gardens are benches for hand hold CTS. and one sequestered spot. where discreet policemen walk by scanning the clouds, is known as Lovers Lane" In the moonlight, gleaming ashen is the Egyptian obelisk- fashioned before the birth of the Saviour.
 Painters perch on grassy knolls and in the crags of rocky cliffs to imprison the beauty of skylines on canvas. And frequently stretched out on the grass is a poet with long hair and Byronic collar, nibblins at the end of a lead pencil. Dreaming deathless elegy.
 After midnight, when Broadway's electric swagger grows dim, Central Park is breathless in a hushed rap ture. There is a tender gravity about the trees, fugitive paths and the pale lamps strung like so many beads about shadowy lawns. At such times many feel very near the unsolvable mystery.
 Charlie Towne used to tell of Il movie actor strolling in Central Park with chorus lady at the en- trancing hour when the moon had hung a slight scimitar in the sky and the swirling stars shimmered in lacey loveliness. Say baby" he chirped. you should see Hollywood, where all this junk comes from"
 It was Col. Roosevelt, while Gov ernor, who saved Central Park for posterity and from the real estate marauders. It escaped sub- division 1lu a lCdi CotdlC pOOltt pJ dll Cyc- lash. Yet frequent strollings in Gen. tral Park have not revealed a monu- ment to T. R. in the area. A heroic one in bronze should be flung up by grateful citizenry. If there is one rub this out.
 A most uncomfortable moment was experienced in Central Park while logging it around the reservoir gravel path with a dog ten years ago. Out of the way of motor traffic and pedestrians I unleashed the dog and tossed a stick for him to re- trieve. A misdirected throw landed the stick in tree where 1t began to rattle through dry, stark branches over the bridle path. A lacy on |. sl1ittish horse galloped by. The hose bolted while l stood pertrified as she teetered perilously for mad quarter mile. A mounted policeman brought the horse, foaming to h stop. The gracious lady was consid- crate enough to wheel about, return