The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-08-23
BY HELEN WORnEN


 New York Though New York 8 Chinatown has been described as stage set for bus-tourists, it has its moments. In spite of the steady stream of sightseeing men, women and children pouring through Mott, Dover and Pell streets from noon until ten o'clock, the natives manage to lead their own lives.
 The Chinese have intermarried with people of the surrounding neighborhoods. On a recent visit to Chinatown l saw an adora blc little Chinese girl with slanting al- mond eyes, straight blue-bl hair and creamy skin playing on a doorstep.
 What is your name, dear?" 1 asked
 Maggie Murphy" she lisped. Chinese Foods for Sale
 The grocery shops on Pell and Dover streets handle native vege- tables and foodstiuffs. The most interesting vegetable is the long green Chinese gourd so popular among Oriental cooks. Occasi ally you will see q few dried pigs swinging above the grocery coun- ters. And there are always young green bamboo stalks as well as lichee nuts to be had.
 There is no regular Chinese theater in New York, but once i'll while you may strike a Chinese play being staged in local movie theater. The most popular, since the burning of the Thalia Opera House, where all Chinese plays were held. is the Caruso theater at 235 Bowery. The office man can tell you the dates of the Chinese plays. In Gotham's Nippon
 New Yorks Japanese section is very small. It centers around the middle upper West Side. The Nippon Club is at 161 West 93rd street. Then there is the Japan Products company at IA West 56th street which sells water chestnuts and bamboo sprouts. Strangely enough, the Chinese have retained their character. The Japanese, however. have taken on tho ways and manners of the Occi- dentals. On Dover, Pell and Mott streets, you will see curious Chin- csc temple-shaped roofs, strange heiroglyphic-like signs in the win dows, hear the sound of Joss house calls and smell the temple incense. On West 65th street is nothing more than a row of con- ventional down-at-the-heels brown stone front houses to guide you to the land of Nippon.
 A Blend of Nations
 It is difficult to tell where Ar menia begins and Turkey ends on Washington street. They say that if you scratch the skin of a Turk, you will find an Armenian. And this in spite of century old feuds. As matter of fact l think nine-tenths of the people in the Turkish quarter of New York have Armenian blood in their veins. However, Little Turkey is mys- terious and barbaric. Altar of roses, rose water, almond paste. pierced brass, figs, Turkish coffee- pots and Turkish paste are some of the Armenian and Turkish prod ucts Washington streets sells. The women veil their faces at funerals and weddings. The men smoke oriental water pipes and sit cross- legged in their shops. The cus- toms of its people, their religion and their language has been un- touched by contact with New York. That is. the first genera tion. The boys and girls now growing up on Washington street are losing old-world ideas and ways. They go to Columbia, New York university and Horace Mann high school. Their slang, tastes and clothes are American. 
 Eating la Turkey
 There are several restaurants along Washington street where Armenian and Turkish food is served. The Egyptian Garden at 77 Washington street, though none too tidy, has good food of a Turk ish kind. Barbecued lamb wrap ped in fig leaves Is a popular dish. Uptown Turkey y-Armenia ccn- ters about the East 20's around Fourth avenue. Every other door Is a ConstSnti.opie, Bosphorus CT Stambsul restaurant. The Sheik, one of the most popular, has re- gently moved to Fifth Avenue. This is Syrian.