The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-07-19
? IN K Hf | NEW I. | YORK.
nx PAUL HARRISON

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 New York.-Youtn may be hav- ing its nocturnal fling, but 90 does old age, sometimes. Mrs Frances Kirlkman and Adolph Lew isohn, for instance, the grandame and the dean of Manhattan night life. In night clubs, watching the danc- champagne. She likes e ringside table where she can park her Scotch-and-soda and her cigaret and jump up and dance herself. Don't get the idea, though, that these two go about together. Each one probably considers the other something of an old fogey.
 LewisOhn is a financier and philanthropist, once a prominent figure in mining developments. Mrs Kirkman is the widow of the late Marshall Kirkman, former railroad executive. It was in the music room of their Chicago home that Qfarles G. Dawes composed some of his piano pieces.
 Not until a few years ago did Mrs Kirkman ("Call me FannyD guess her own latent procltvities for laidy-ho. once started, though. she has been on the go pretty much ever since. Poised, grace full and gracious, she seems like a transplanted belle of the '7Os.
 She loves Spanish music, and has invented a sedate version of the tango. Likes to watch the drowsy city stirring into life as she goes home at dawn. Of all her consid- vNAoon001nnq GhasA proudest of solid silver cocktail service-a birthday gift from her great-grandchildren.
 On the Manhattan Scene
 Meanderings: Amusement con- cessionnaires who used to sell three baseballs to throw at sassy negroes are offering popular new targets this season-agile persons made up l to look like Hitler Sally Eilers, back from England and the making of picture with Ben Lyon, still chortles over the tempo and temperament of British pro- duction methods. It seems that
 everybody on the set stops work
 at 4:30 for tea Peggy Hop kins Joyce, who owes not a little OI AGI xdlllS kO IAV1O osAAAOeAeseSe~NOAS of the early cutter, the ship-news reporters, is being squired around town by one of them this summer l Lillian Gish, who hasn't made a movie in three years, will soon be bound for Hollywood -. The Police Gazette, which Haunted its pink profusions for nearly five decades, is being revived There's a young pilot in Brooklyn named Al K. Hall. And a steeple-
 jack named o. N. High .>.
 Fifth Avenue Vignettes
 l Imperious Fifth avenue long has
 looked down on the motely mid- way of Broadway. And so was
 justly mortified the other day when two sandwich men appeared with
 garish signs and paced its own
 spacious way. The firstt ime such
 a thing had happened in 30 years.
 Fifth avenue, though, Is not al-
 ways the proper promenade that lit pretends. Night brings a strange transition. The great stores and ] swanky' shops are closed, shadSs Itight-drawn against prowling fash ion pirates Then, from the side streets of the Forties, appear sleek sisters of the sidewalks, some
 with. leashed dogs to lend proper lcountenance to their strollings. '. :.
 Then, too, come a few of the city's hags horrid, gibbering | ghouls of the gutters. They shuf- file along near the curbstones, seeking treasure on one of the richest streets of the world <. No one ever hears of them finding anything. Yet one such crone was found dead in a doorway not long ago, and around her neck was | I string of real pearls.