The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-12-01
In New York
Bv PAUL HARRISON

New York.-Such Gothamites as have any civic pride at all like to refer. in awed tones to the furious pace of the metropolis. The hustle and hustle, the hurly-burly crowd ing and honking, and the tumult and the shouting are interpreted as signs of progress and efficiency. But my Aunt Hattie, an astuto and spirited spinster from Kan~ sas, says it seems to her that New York makes an awful fuss about everything without getting much done. She ventured into a big store to buy some stockings, spent fifteen minutes finding the right counter, stood for ten minutes to be waited on, fumed for fifteen additional minutes to receive her package and the change, and after returning to her hotel dis covered that she had been given a pair of pink silk bloomers. She went into one of the ornate movie palaces, mostly for a rest, bought a ticket that entitled her to a seat, and then was told that she would have to stand up for an hour. Aunt Hattie collared an usher, who called for the head usher, who brought an assistant manager, who was astonished by her demand that her money be funded. She got it, too.
 Cooked Up Retort
 I took her to what I hoped would be a quiet night club. But a lot of people kept drifting in, and more and more tables were ..- fhA nI oA A hn dance floor. Pretty soon there was almost no space left for the customers to dance, and so little room that the chorus numbers had to be deleted from the floor show. When our food finally came, Aunt Hattie sniffed at it and said she guessed that as long as cabaret had plenty of saxo- phone players and bedizened dancers nobody minded if it didn't have any cooks.
 The next afternoon she hailed a taxi, gave a downtown address, and settled to her knitting. After several minutes of successive traf- fic jams, she discovered that her hotel was still in sight and that the meter said 55 cents. So she paid the driver and went into subway, where she spent fifteen minutes in exploring the laby- rinths and trying to ask directions of people who all seemed to be trying to go somewhere in a ter rible hurry.
 When she finally found the right train man in uniform yelled at her to step lively and pushed her on it. She said she would have liked to give him a piece of her mind. only he slammed the door in her face. After all the shouting and pushign, the train didn't start for a minute or two. When it did start it went like the old Ned for a little while, and then stopped in the tunnel for long time. Word drifted back from the front of the train than a man had jumped under it. Aunt Hat tie got to wondering whether the suicide might be some poor fell low from Kansas.
 Success at Last
 She found the address all right. big office building in which she had to walk through blocks of cor riders to reach the right elevator. On the thirty-second floor she was confronted by snip of girl who wanted to know her name, her business, and whether she had an appointment to see Mir Jones. She told the girl she was calling on MT Jones because she had promised his mother, who is her best friend back home, that she would. Also that she knew Mir Jones quite well, having made him cookies when he was little boy and later taught him all the English that he was able to assimilate in high school.
 The snip of a girl hailed boy. who brought MT Jones' secretary. who said that MT Jones would be out soon. Aunt Hattie said she could have cried when she saw him. he looked that pale and frazzled. He seemed uneasy, too; couldn't think of much to talk about. Said to tell his mother that he was afraid he couldn't get home this Christmas, as he had promised. He had just been put in charge of the office because his boss had had a nervous breakdown from overwork.
 Aunt Hattie started back home the next day. Said her club was giving a party that she wouldn't miss for anything. Also Mrs Jones had written her that Gent ner's department store was going to have sale.
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