The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-04-07
In New York
BY PAUL HARRISON

New York = It must be spring fever. Nobody needs diagonsti- clan to identify this feeling as the acute form of lethargy which al- ways comes about this time of year, bringing spots-all sorts of pleasant spots-before the minds eye, and Q sort of insistent itching to the feet.
 San Francisco must be pleasant right now. As the snow retreats from that sunny, sheltered mead- ow above Green Mountain Falls, in Colorado, a billion wild flowers will be shooting up. The willow flats along the trout streams will be pungent with new life. Mag nolia trees are blooming in Baton Rouge. Down in Virginia
 Yawning and Stretching
 But this is supposed to be a New York column. Let's see: there's the Empire State building, q little tarnished and distressingly vacant, rising past my window. Al Smith, sitting In that office on the upper right-hand corner, probably fhas have spring fever? Maybe he wouldn't even care to be out in some fresh-tilled political field cu1- tivating some old potatoes.
 Now is the time for all good men tocome to the aid of the party. This is pretty terrible typewriter; needs spring clean ing. The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. On a day like this, who could blame the dog? shrdlu shrdlu ctaoin etaoin shrdlu that's the way typesetters fill out lines on their machines after they make mistakes. When they have spring fever they sometimes forget to throw away the lines, and you sec them in the paper and wonder about those combinations of letters.
 Am I wandering again? Well, I'd like to be wandering again. How arc tho lilacs doing out in Kansas? The water hyacinths must be blooming in the bayous near the Gulf. Understand they've fixed that road through Raton Pass into New Mexico. There's q moon over Hawaii. The blackfsh ought to be biting, off sheepshead Bay.
 Here's a card from Wood
 COwan, who's drawing the
 beach . And George Clark
 tells mo he's leaving next
 week to take few Side
 Glanccrs at Charleston.
 Neither Rhymc Nor Reason
 I might go up to Central Park and tackle a sonnet. But even Helen Weishimer, who is an ex- trcmcly charitable person. says I don't write very good poetry. A better idea would be to ask her to contribute a poem to fill out this column. Then could go home, and read nice book, probably Huck Finn i. No, Miss Welsh inner has declined. Nary 6 couplet or .quatrain. It seems she has spring fever too.
 Yes, know this Is supposed to be piece about New York, re- plete with reflections of metropol- a day such as this 1t is difficult to believe that anyone cares 6 whoop whether Mary Pickford is about to go into the cosmetic business, or whether Cornelius Vanderbilt Jr. Is called "Neely'' and sometimes Mediums" by intimates. 1 am not overwhelmed by the discovery that Eugene O'Neelums = l mean Eugene O'Neill = actually dislikes going to the theater.
 Nor does 1t seem remarka.
 bic that certain sociaIly-aIm-
 bilious lady posed for pbotOg-
 raphers or Easter Sunday on
 the steps of threee different
 churches.
 H0-hum:
 am q little more interested in the excited announcement of Ma than Zatkin that he finally has dis covered what Gertrude Stein was talking about when she wrote -Four Saints in Three Acts"--in- tercsted because always have figured that Miss Stein had noth- ing more than chronic case of spring fever. How else exssIin her C pigeons on the grass alas, pigeons on the grass alas. pigeons on the short, short yellow longer grass \? For anyone in m advanced state Of apathy that kind of writing is a cinch: the quick brown fox nGmed Albert jumps jumps alas Over the lazy daisy hazy dog. shrdlu etaoin etaoin shrdfu.
 IIo-hum. As this space shorteusI I feel q lot better. Maybe the thcater tonight will be fune or therc might be some amusing stories at the party backetage. Perhaps it will Dc easy to forget that It's spring, and that the eawdy, bnwdy llghtc Of Broadway dim the radinnce of the moon.