The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-06-21
In New York
ny PAUL HARRISON

New York-if 0. Horny had boon New York columnist-,ns he was, In a Bense--t think nc would have liked tho story about tho lady and tho doctors
 Tho lady, who sings, ono morn ing was telling a friend over tho telephone that she had q bad cold and unframed throat, and was aw' fully worried for fear she would. n't Do abl0 to sing next day. Just then a third voico, that of q mnn, came over tho wire. Madam" he snid, "I happen to be a doctor and I oan tell you something t0 try for that throat. Take down thiB preS' eription--"
 She noted tho prescription and asked his name. "You'll mover know that" he said, and hung up' She found out, though, A flow nights later, at Q party Hhe hoard q man telling tho story of tho tolo- ph0ne conversation. Learned his name and called him next day Co say that she was tho lady who had tho cold and was grateful for his advlce.
 Ho was astonishod, naturally, and asked her name, "YouH never know that" she replied, and rang off. But tho story was too good to keep. She told it to q friend, and you know how thoso things spread. Tho physician hoard it and tolephoned hcr. Hos eall' Ing regularly now--unprofossional- H, and in person,
 SLIPS OF THE PEN.
 Maybe you recall Q. Henry'S burbing lIttlo yarn called "SprinR- time q h Carte" which tells how n iovelorn Sarah wept at hor task of typing menu cards for n res. taurant--wept because her Walter hadn't written In weeks. And how Walter had como to New York and, having missed tho letter con- taining her now address, at that moment was searching tho city for her. And how he finally traced hcr by dropping Into restaurant picked up n tenr-sl0tched menu and there, between the red cnb- bago and the stuffed green pep. pers was the item: Dearest Wal ter, With Hard Boiled Egg" Well, here's q similar story, but with reverse English. Seems that one of tho big stores had been l conducting direct-by by-mail house. hold poll. on a big scale and in- volving thousands of letters bear. In gthe name of an executive one Harold c. Clarke. All of the signature, however, were penned by h girl in the business office. She did nothing else for two whole days.
 This young lady has---or at least had--a fiance in Boston. The other day she got q note from him, just a curt interrogative. Why, hc wanted to know, had her last letter been signed with all my love, Harold c. Clarke"
 One of the most vitaiiy interest ing museums in New York is the one on the sixth floor of the Po- lice Academy, near headquarters. It's full of masterpieces of the blackest arts--murder and arson, burglary and counterfciting. an- archisf and forgery.
 Dozens of glass cases hold the exhibits. each labeled by Q card typed with that crisp detachment affected by criminologlsts.
 They're pr0udest, these business like cops. of tho Ruth Snyder Judd Gray relics. because there In Q single cabinet Is the most con- plete chain of tangible evidence ever assembled in sensational murder case. The sashweight, pic. ture wire and waste which was saturated with chloroform all these to make the killing triply sure--are there as a matter of course. But you also can see the marked timetable, the stub of a Pullman ticket, the charred metal fragments of the brief case. Tho margin of q magazine page reveals that Ruth once idly jotted down the amount of insurance she ex- pected to receive after her hus- bands death. Another shred of paper shows that she calculated the income this would bring hor # invested at the rate cs 5 per cevt