The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-10-02
-In NezC York
BY PAUL HARRIsoN

New York-The politely modu- lated cry of "Author-authori" is sounding through the rialto these evenings, and theater curtains are fairly bouncing up and down to the plaudits of first-night audi ences It's open season on ce- lebrities, and every premiere has It's crowd of curious milling about the entrance to glimpse, and often mis-identify, the prominent folk of affairs. society and letters ..
 "Look-.-there in the red velvet they say that's Dorothy ParkerI My dear, wouldn't you just know, anyway, that that would be Dor rad Nagei-and Janet Gaynor - and Sidney Fox-and that man'f Harry Warner. Did you ever see so many movie people? And him by his pictures?
 Police whistles. Shiny cars.
 White shirt bosoms; a sea of
 them. Sidelong, critical glanc-
 es at the gown of each fem- mine arrival. Photographers
 using fiashlamps. Through
 the jam, old women with bass
 kets pick their way. "Candy, sir?-mints, matchesY Ur-j chins with newspapers boldly
 tugglng at br0adcl0th sleeves. Buy one, mister. My Last
 paper. Aw, mister!"
 A field day for the autograph you ARE Mister WoolIcott, are- n't you?-won't you just write your name here too? And you, Mister Jolson?" There's Al smith, and isn't he getting fat? Yes, I've already got his auto- ssspn;" sse 1oveiyi" Helen "o.c.e.oh osse.s ,'9. Maurice Chevalier! And how tanned he looks! And the girl with him? Who-Whitney Bourne, the sewing machine heiress? Migawd would you look at the ermine!" ... Seen in the Lobby
 The lobbies become almost im- penetrably barricaded with sticks and swishy gowns. white shirt fronts and white, bare backs, ges- ticulating elbows, people push; ing rudely until they're transfixed Sona %r" 4 s'A q beg YoURR pardoni" |. Tobacco smoke-a fog of it that almost makes you gasp. Ev- erybody's smoking, mostly in self | defense There are some crit | les. Here are two producers, come | to see a rivals show. The little fcl- low?-he's only the author. . Greetings and Solicitations! ~ l A.i AAI H ht .aid aa.J Jake. self if 'sS yoail hire this little girl. inc show'Ii go over |. "My dear, how perfectly stunning you look" why. 1 taught that guy everything he knowsi But now he's . ssar realize I musta forgot to tell him about the first principles of gratitude" :. Henry and I haven't missed q first night in nine years, and wouldn't have then but" Good | evening, Mrs Dali" How d'you do, Mir Crysler" "Curtain going up!' | But the customers don't hur- | ry. They remember that be- | fore the actors make their : entrances at Q premiere the
 critics, politicians, dowagcrs
 and debs, playwrights and
 pugilists have to make theirs. The perfect entrance, Of
 course, ls being last down the | aisle before the lights are | dirnmer; then one is seen by
 everybody fin tho theatcr -
 everybody, that Is, except the | ones who seem to make q point of stumbling to their
 seats after the play has start.
 ed.
 Comes the Curtain
 Of course, too, there are al- ways those last minute conver- sations ."Yoo-hoo. Mrs Whip pIesnitz! You should come some- time to sec us, dolling" such wretched seats! We must be in the fifteenth row" And after the house party, we're going out on their yacht for q fortnight. Flor ies's iee "au auarrel. r' . Let's just enjoy M tSs nice play and" .. such wretched seats! Why. we're almost !! in the front row, that they sell to deaf people. We can't sec any- body"
 Ssh ssh ssh -h-h.h. Some of the patrons apparently realize that each sibilant whisper is being flung across the footlights as from an amplifier. The actors patiently carry on. They're not of the tenn peram ental stuff of Mrs F'iskc. who used to have the curtain lowered | in the middle of scene of her au-