The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-08-29
The Miller: S Peck Co.
In New York

New York.-The notion that her mits could stay hermits in the very midst of millions of people seems fantastic. And yet almost each year some hermit is discovered in mid Manhattan, as much as re- cluse as any cave-dwelling old codger of the mountains. Ere quently they are elderly men and women, slightly daft or deluded, who withdraw slowly from the great city and it's crowds and final ly becme veritable self-made pris- oners.
 Just the other day, the case of an old woman came to light. She was living in a, room in a Times Square hotel, and had turned com pletely recluse. Police finally man. aged to get her out.
 About a year ago they discover ed an old fellow in a hotel room just off Herald Square. He had been a former musician, and was almost penniless. He would appear in the streets and beg dimes. Then he would buy a bottle of milk and a loaf of bread, return to his room and eat. He would feed the pigeons with the crumbs.
 case, he was all but dead of malnu- triton.
 Marian Marsh, one of Holly woods more recent discoveries, has been brought to New York by the publicity gents of her company to be introduced to the big city.
 This means that for a few weeks she will be ':'seen. everywhere" teas will be staged in swank hotels and she will be swished around to the smart shops; she will appear at noon at those lunch places which attract the Broadwayites; blanket interviews with the New York press will be arranged and the days will pass in incredible confusion to a young newcomer.
 When she is hurried back to make a picture, it will be conclud- ed that New York has met and knows her.
 I have watched a dozen such merry-go-rounds in the past few years.
 And just the ohter night, I was trying to recall the names of d few who had been lionized for a brief interval. But a&ost of them escaped me. Few survived more than a few months of the Holly wood ups-and-downs.
 The most charming upon arrival it still seems to me, was Wilma Banky, with her quaint European accent. But Miss Marsh appears to have an unusually good start. She was selected from a crowd and given the chance to play with John Barrymore in "Trilby." There are many more excellent roles awaiting her.
 It was, incidentally. the first time Miss Marsh had been in New York since a mere baby. Her par ents had come from the British West Indies and stopped over here Street scene-It was in Fifth avenue at the side entrance of one of the fashionable shops. As usual there was a doorman, in summer
 whites, his cap trimmed with gold braid and his coat trimmed with more gold brald'
 An elderly woman, peddline punches of violets,. tried to solicit the customers as they came and went. Four times, saw the door, man drive her away. Finally, in a fine rage, she turned upon him and shrieked: Its the likes of you that's driving us poor folks to starve. I hopes there's a revolu- tion and you're the first to be killed And we'll be seeing to that" Get away with you" shouted the braided-one, who possibly
 makes $15 a week at his job. A car had driven up and fash
 ionably dressed woman had been taking in the scene. She called
 back the violet peddler and bought three punches.
 | She didn't tip the doorman! l Copyright 1881 NEA Service. Inc)