The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-10-27
In New York
nu pAuTl HARRISON

ssaL.- ~ ,asnnndent was set to composing q daiiv niece about the Gotham scSne. ne. has been trying to I'm. nrnvn his memory for names ana Faces, The theory is, of course, That any competent New York cnlnmnist ought to be able 70 strnli along Broadway, nodding I,re mad. and occasionally stop ninr to say, Hello, Jasper zilcn! How is your grandmot1gr' snS was ailing on November lf, As1s t And did you catch your tram tnas afternoon so that you ana youl trained seal, Louise, could open in Pittsburg next day?" Ordinary celebrities, ana nesr- celebrities, are a cincn-eVen LoI one who never graduated from lne | Addison Sims memory scnocl. They don't leave recognition IO chance. It's part Of their pusiness and all of their press agents business-to make sure that they are seen everywhere possible ana frequently. . know quite a number or lesser | foik-and for different reasons. There's a nice old character actor who reminds me Of a pulidos once owned. There's a cong-plug- i ger who resembles nothing so much as a smoked herring. one of the minor orchestra leaders looks like a wolf in playboy's clothing. One of the most suc- cessful night club packers wears the shabbiest clothes on Broadway. And I'll always recognize a cer- tain chorus girl, 10 now, and twice
 married, by her excruciating papy talk.
 Memory Sharks
 On the whole, though, the pro- cess of widening my circle of ac- quaintances is pretty discouraging. It would be even more discourag- | ing to except that I'm beginning to have doubts about the length and infallibility of other peoples memories. In theater Hobbies and places like that frequently en- counter individuals who hail me as MT Harris" and sometimes as Harry" and then look at me with
 sad reproach when am unable to call them by name. Met you at a party at Sophie | Fuckers six months ago." one of
 them will say. I'm Tom Gzmgn-
 bkflitz."
 "oh, sure," I murmur From
 Gzmgnbkgltz, of course! Orches- tra arranger, aren't you? Or did ! you write one of the skits for
 Americana some years ago?" Me? No. I'm literary agent
 A successful agent. MT Harris | never forgets name or a face. Why, I can even remind you of the conversation we had. We were talking about that scenario you
 had just written .. ." Usually haven't the heart to refute such a phenomenal mem- ory with the news that Sophie
 Tucker wasn't in the United States
 six months ago: that my name is not Harris, and that I never wrote
 a scenario in my life. Such inci- dents, however, provide a negative
 sort Of comfort. Maybe my recol-
 lective faculties aren't the worlds worst, after all.
 Living Images
 This brings up the repeal fable | of two men who were hang | ing pretty heavily on one of the
 local bars. Soon they fell into conversation, and one introduced himself; said his name was Blank. | That's funny" said the other.
 My names Blank, too. Where
 do you liye?"
 West Fifty-first street."
 "Tfa's amazin'! So do I. What
 apartment? ?"
 'Fourteen-B."
 "Fourteen-B! Why. lissen-I
 live in that apartment!' The two weaved out of the place
 arm in arm. Another customer
 asked the bartender who they
 were.
 Irwin brothers" said the bar
 tender.
 Whats in Name?
 A big investment house in the financial district is named Holt,
 Rose and Troster. That may not l seem so very difficult, but you
 ought to SC the envelopes address
 ed to them which Holt, Rose &
 Troster have collected and framed.
 Various people, some of them
 pretty important. have twisted the
 firm name to Hoyt, Rose &
 Trouser; Holt, Rose & Twister;
 Hoist. Rose & Rooster; Hoyt, Rose
 & Trustees; Hot, Rowe & Proper.
 Then there's one to Miss Rose and
 MT Troster Hoit", and another to
 "Mr and Mrs Troster Holt" The
 concern sends several boxes of
 cigars to the post office each
 Christmas in appreciation of the | 1attnr.fra raras r1airyavau uf affnrfe