The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-09-29
In New York
BY PAUL HARRISON

New YOrk - EVefy now akQ
 then your New York correspond
 ent gets depressed bly, the heavy
 suspicious and chronic antagon-
 isms of Manhattanites. The golden
 rule hereabouts seems to be,
 Don't do unto others, and others
 will be leSs likely to do you"
 The other afternoon, at one en-
 trance of a corner office building.
 I noticed 8 girl who obviously was
 fretting out the final minutes of a
 long period of waiting for some-
 body. Around the corner. at the
 other entrance, a young man fidg- watch. Did tell the young man
 that if he happened to be looking for a red-headed girl in a green dress he'd find her just around the corner? No. because he wouldn't have understood the friendly ges- ture.
 On 8 Fifth avenue bus, two elderly women sat in front of me and made plans to attend cer- tain comedy. When one of them said she'd walk over to Broadway and buy tickets E couldn't resist intruding the information that the
 show had closed the night before.
 My reward for that was the sug- gestion that if was trying to peddle tickets to some other show.
 I'd better save my breath.
 "It's' Racket"
 In a subway entrance equipped with one of those diabolical cage turnstiles. and no change booth attendant, I found the mechan- ism damned. That's out of orr der," I told three girls rushing behind me. "You'll just lose your
 nickels, as I did" One girl
 dropped in a coin and vainly pushed at the heavy gate. The
 others eyed me with hostility and whispered: "It's a racket. He's got the thing fixed so he can take the nickels out again."
 On downtown express be- came aware that the man next to me was engrossed in my news paper. Seemed excited about the new developments in the Haupt- mann case. A little near-sighted, too; he leaned closer and closer to the page was trying to read. Ever so politely, I said he could have that section. for I'd finished with it. He snorted, glared, and asked what I though he was -- a junk man?
 Thinking back, though, there must have been just as many encounters that turned out pleas antly. Mostly with out-of-towners. however; seem to have the guile- less sort of pan that attracts di- rection-seekers. Once a honey- incoming couple asked the address of a safe speakeasy. Along with the information I rendered my personal card as an evidence of good faith - and the people still send me Christmas greetings from Altoona. Pa.
 loaned s5 cents to young
 man who seemed desperately an- xious to reach a suburban station on the Long Island railroad. At least two years later he, sent me a crisp dollar bill from Sacrament Park avenue corner a gaudily uni- formed Italian army officer asked
 me a question - apparently some- thing about how soon it would be possible for him to cross the street. I raised an arm to point to the traffic light, but it had just changed from green to red. As ears came to halt the stranger gazed at me in amazement. Thanked me volubly, saluted smartly. aud
 strode across the avenue.  That Provincial Look
 In Times Square brisk old lady in black taffeta fixed me with
 look. Young man." she said.
 where is "Dodsworth' I rallied and thought quickly. She must mean the show of that name. 1.-TWO blocks this way and half a block right"
 "I understand it's well liked, she said then. Docs it still have the original cast?"
 Same cast" responded.
 "Walter Huston, Fay Bainter. Nan Sunderland"
 She looked at me and smiled frostily. Guess I'm not such an old fool, after all. I inquired of you because guessed you were s visitor here. These New Yorkers don't know anything"
 And then. God love her. she
 offered me peppermint.