The Washington times., 1933-09-07

holiday weekend is right here
in Manhattan. Il decided to
try it. I've never been so
lonesome in all my life. All
day and all night Saturday
walked up and down Broadway
hoping to encounter one famil-
lar face. I. L telephoned all over
town for one congenial COM
panion. Il visited practically
every night club and speakeasy
A~--Id' have been satisfied to go
completely democratic and take
Q drink with a press agent.
Everyone I phoned was out
OF town. The only faces I
saw on Broadway, in the clubs,
in the speaks were those Of
strangers and my mother al
ways taught me never to
speak to strangers. . Finally, at
the corner Of Broadway and
Fiftieth st. I ran into Johnny
Dundee. L fell on his neck. >.
Johnny" I painted, tits good
to see you. Where you going?"
Johnny surveyed me coolly
and colby. I'm going out Of
town. L walked over to
Sardi's. R e d headed Renee
Carroll stood near her hat
check booth waiting for prey :.
Renee" 1 begged, Come out
and have supper with me. I'll
take you to a movie. i've
had supper" she murmured.
"I've seen a movie. I got a
date with my feller.'
I I dined alone in the Stork
Club. II moved on to the
Maison Royale. Handsome,
bronzed Buck Grundy was there
..."Buck." I whispered, I'm
alone. I'm lonesome. Let's go
somewhere. The eX-aviator,
ex-bank vice-president, eX-swain
of several blonde beauties shook
his head. Gotta date to play
backgammon" My heart lifted
at this point. "A friend walked
in with his girl, beautiful.
dark-haired, lovely. =. Lets go
to the Riviera" I begged. :.
"Sure" said my friend, IF
Dorothy wants to-. Dorothy
was willing. We rode out to
the Riviera. We sat there for
hours. My friend spoke only
to Dorothy. Dorothy spoke
only to my frien d. E. They
danced, they slipped ginger ale,
they looked into each others
eyes.
1 was still alone. Singer
Gertrude Niesen came over .
"Gertrude," l said softly, I'm
alone. I'm lonesome. Let's
20 somewhere after your show"
.. She shrugged her shoulders
."Cant. Got to get up early
. tomorrow morning for radio
rehearsal. So I drove home
and with the aid of a sleepy
long distance operator called
up the woman who had once
sworn to love, honor and obey
me. Lee" 1 mOaned. "I'm
here. I'm alone. Pm lonesome.
Talk to me-" Soft words flOated
back over the wire. You for
got to send me a check. Il
haven't a penny left. What's
the idea of waking me out of a
sound sleep? Good night"
At the Ha-Ha, Tuesday night,
and there as usual at a corner
table, Editor Norman Anthony
studying the scene before him
.. .As for me. my boredom lifts
when Buster Keaton joins Jack
White, Dan Healy and Jerry
Bergen in set Of 14-karat
goofy capers. L run into Bill
Kennedy, Village veteran, who
used to operate the downtown
. Tavern and we get to discussing
the horticultural lads who are
infesting the Village these days.
- Kennedy recalls one who
came into his place a year ago,
reached over and twitched his
nose. Before the surprised
Kennedy could clout him, the
lad lithped, I'm a thitty rack
eteer. You thimply muth take
beer from me or I'll with your
nothe". Monday night at the
Biarritz, a pretty blonde girl
rests her elbows on the shoul-
ders of a good-looking Italian
lad in white uniform and whis-
perS into his ear. He neither
smiles nor makes comment,
merely looks straight ahead. ).
Giovanni Perez, nephew of Mus
solini.
Sunday, with rain to add to
the general desolation of the
deserted Manhattan scene, 1
flee to Neponset where, from the
household of the Samuel Fox
menage on the waterfront,
study the raging seas and try to
toss myself into a POLITICALLY
melancholy mood, but discover
TN simply hungry and that
there is a great inner yearn dis
turbing me, namely, for six con-
genial companions to join me
in a game of stud poker MY
hunger is satisfied but I find
no one to share my passion for
poker.
I wander into the Executive
Club Wednesday night and
stay there for several hours
while 10 Fejer plays divine Hun
garian melodies, interrupting
himself every so often to come
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