The Washington times., 1934-10-16

theme song of &
Manhattan. u.,on p..o-
But try and
get in a theater. Or a shop.
Or a hotel. Or a cafe-with-
out a shoe horn.
Try to go anywhere where
people can spend money. And
then wait in line to have your
money taken.
Push through the crowds in
the fur shops. Or wedge up to
the dress counters until you
feel faint with the struggle.
And then hurry out in the
fresh sunshine for a breath of
salty air from the Atlantic
by way of the East River. Get
into the smartly stepping
throng hurrying past the shop
windows and the cocktail bars.
Look up and down the gorgeous.
wicked street. Down the great
cavern between buildings put
up by some fantastic scene
painter with gardens and villas
on their tip-tops among the
clouds.
Wish that you could break a
pane of triple glass. And run
off with a handful of rubies or
. peck of diamonds and sap
phires.
Wish that your husband had
bought you big, vicious limou.
sine. Or that your beau would
send you orchids. Or that you
looked like that exquisite milk
fed blond stepping by in black
wool and caracul with a black
CosSack hat and black Scot
tie to match.
Maybe if you are particularly
lucky, as I D.. S, you will be in
vited to lunch on top of the
Waldorf in flat on the seventy
fourth floor that is the dream
Of a good churchman.
Bishop Ryan, of Catholic Uni
verSity, whom I met on the
train, could move into its Six
tenth century ecclesiastical at
mosphere and give the place his
blessing.
If a little hurrahing is more
to your mood than lunching Sc
dately, you might go to the cafe
where young-v cry young
ladies dance in six inches of
mosquito netting. Not far from
this lightSome spot a convention
of college women is telling of
its determined action to purge
the world of salaciousness.
When you take a taxi you'll
wish !. GU we're back in Washing
ton. The meter ticks, ticks,
ticks! And before you have
gone three squares through the
thick of the traffic-the regis
ter reads IS cents.
Besides this risk to your
pocketbook, there is the danger
to your poor life. I signaled a
taxi on Fifth Avenue. The
drived zizzed around. Made a U
turn. Drew up with flourish.
Said:
"There, lady. 1 just saved IS.
If a cop had seen me I'd had a
summons"
Success having gone to his
head, the taxi man tore over
to Sixth Avenue, where the Il"
Is. Careened in and out and
round about the steel girderS.
. Turned and shouted:
"There was a fellow cut clean
in half here last night. But
I'm the boy that knows how
to dodge 'em."
In the fascinating penthouse
apartments on the East Side
one goes for cocktails and con-
siders such problems as: Mod
ern art. The Lewisohn system
Of voice culture. How to raise
Persian kittens. The sincerity
of Sibyl Bolitho's alteration for
Bill in her book about their
marriage. The truth of STAN
ley Walkers conclusion in "City
Editor" that writing for a news
paper is a romantic disease.
The theory that New York is
the only town in the world in
which one can live like a hermit
or a torch singer. Why the
garbage scows that carry the
leavings of the city's 100000
are named poetically-Lily of
the Valley, Empress of Spain,
and so on. In such a casual,
gay atmosphere we fingered un-
til slice of young moon shone
through the windows and the
lights in the SkyscraperS were
blinking like lamps in Santa
Claus garden.
Naturally there were hun
dredS of Washingtonians Gall
Distinguished in New York.
But was racing so fast from
thouse to Westchester.
across to Long Island, that I
didn't have time to hunt them
out in the crowd.
I dined, however, with Mr..
and Mrs. Arthur Krock at the
st. Moritz. Peggy is looking
marvelously we'll after a sum
mer in st. Paul with her
mother.
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