The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-12-21
In New York
BY PAUL HARRISON

New York-Here are some ran- dom notes on how to strat a day wrong:
 desk which is sure to be 99 per of scrubbed memos from the previous afternoon.
 "Mr Dietz called" says one. David is probably in Washington, Or is it Howard Dietz, the show
 writer? Yes, 1t turns out to be Howard. Something about party. Baron wants you to be his guest Wednesday" Baron who-Koisky or Suriano? Surely not Baron Wrangel. And his guest for what l breakfast, bridge or a hockey
 match in the Bronx? The phone rings, and it's Ted Baron. A date
 for lunch.
 The phone rings again. ''Hel.o, Paul, this Is Evelyn. You know --
 Evelyn Brdnshgjkidf. think you're too mean for not coming to the i party. =. The party at the Wal | dorf. Everybody was there, just Cy- erybody Who-well, don't re-
 member all of them of course, but there were lot of important peo- | like to print a story about the cock
 tail mixing contest, and the win-
 ming recipe. You take equal parts of-'s gin, 's vermouth end
 's dunn, add little -'s gren- adine, white of one egg and serve with slice of-Oh, you say you can't print it. Sorry, goodbye" Now who in the dickens was that? Quintuplet Greetings
 Letters from press agents. After opening first five discovered tn l one orchestra leader, one yaude- vile actor and a song. writer all
 happen to have observed that with Christmas trade booming the way it ! is, Santa Claus must be trying to
 establish a dictatorship. Great minds, apparently, all read the
 same humorous magazines. Don't select the best jokes, either. Mark Lottman called says another message. I know a George Eottman and q March Lachman. call both of them and each tells
 me to ring off and let them go back to sleep.
 A hotel man telephoned and says the grill in his place is starting . | series of celebrity nights, so will I please drop in Tuesday evening and he will SC that am introduced. plead a previous engagement l rather than tell this fellow whit I think of the ce1ebrity-night
 racket. Too many clubs advertise
 stars of stage, screen and radio"
 among their guest of honor, and
 masters of ceremony constantly
 are interrupting perfectly good floor shows to introdue broken l down chorus girls and amateur
 amount 10 anything patronize spots 1 where tli won't be called on for simperinG bows and free entertain ment.
 Risking Anger
 A young man comes to the office to see me. Puts his hat on my l typewriter, a sheaf of clippings on my desk, takes few sighting shots with some vague remarks about the glamor of Broadway, and finally concesses that he wants to be a New York columnist. He is soda jerker and the clippings represent his contributions to drug store advertising sheet. I advise him to stay where he is and write movie
 scenarios. He goes out happily in search of plot.
 The telephone again "Mr Harri- son?" Yes. Just a moment; MT Bernstein wants to speak to you"
 I wait. Pretty soon the feminine
 voice says: Sorry to keep you waiting. MT Bernstein will be here
 in second I wait some more and to fill in the interval ask which MT
 Bernstein this is This is MT Arthur
 Bernstein" says the voice, ''of
 Bernstein, Bernstein, Bernstein &
 Smith," That doesn't help me
 much.
 Finally MT Bernstein says hello, and I say hello, and he says he wants to drop around and talk about a new insurance policy his
 company is offering. I tell him I probably would be very bad risk
 because right at this moment am on the verge of apoplexy. The mail again. Sam Blank is
 casting a new musical comedy. Baby Leroy has new tooth. Nas-' l tia Poliakova will sing at the tKretchma. A card from my den- tist: According to my records you are due in this office for prophy- laxis and examination. Kindly ] telephone for an appointment. -" Penned on the margin in his firm
 and utterly ruthless hand, is
 cheery Merry, Christmas.