The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-11-23
In New York
By PAUL HARRISON

New York.--Thanksgiving time is, per SC, a season in which even a Gotham scrivener should think of something to be thankful about. And so I'm thankful that there are thirty plays on Broad. way, with ten hits that are doing a whopping business; which must be a sign of something. =. I'm grateful for the awesome view from Staten Island ferry, and for the outloc < from both the major midtown sly touchers. ~. It's nice to know that Professor Heckier still is prospering with his flea circus. And that the cat in Shu. bert Alley got along all right with her quintuplets.
 I'm glad that I've never failed | to thrill a little at a nightly peep through the Times Square kalei- doscope. ..,-. I'm thankful for the soup at Miyako's. the squabs at Fl Chorrito, the coffee at Dawes Blue Room. I'm cheered by the insouciance of chorus girls who trip along Broadway in their al- mo most-genuine silver foxes and mink coats. And by the gallant courage
 and unflagging pride of jobiess showfolk.
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 When Winter Comes
 There's some comfort in the as- surance that there'1l be bread for l the breadlines. And that police will not interfere too much with
 the vacant-1ot 'jungles" where un- employed men house their self respect in packing boxes. I'm thankful for the staunch ideal ism of hundreds of the lesser actors whose names never appear in lights. And, of course, for the ac- cepted masters of theatrical magic the Katharine Cornells, Eva Le- Galliennes, Walter Illusions. George M. Cohans and others who hold a high purpose. I'm glad that this is the sort of town where one can feed apples to policemen's
 horses without feeling like sap. It's nice to contemplate the lush bounty of overflowing markets. And to watch the eager faces in the long ticket lines at the Hippo drome, where low-priced grand op- era is offered. Maybe im- agine it, but the tense crowds seem smaller in front of the employ ment agencies on Sixth Avenue. 7. I'm glad that Apple Annie got to be . lady-for-a-day before she died. And grateful that night clubs have only one master of-ceremonies apiece. I'm | thankful that snow soon will come to mute the harsh sounds of the city, and to blanket some of its ua- sightliness.
 Suckerville
 As they used to say while twist | ing around old adages, proximity lends disenchantment. New York CTS, I believe, have less apprecia- ton of their towns substantial ad- vantages than the civic-minded folk of the smallest hamlet. For example, when 8 Fine Arts Exposition, complete with bally- | thousands flock into 1t, leaving good cash money at the gate. am not, of course, disparaging the exposition's velue. But it does l seem strange that more people do not go to the Metropolitan Mu- scum of Art-free on some days where every sort of the worlds | finest treasure is to be seen. When the American fleet an- chored around Manhattan last summer, sweltering throngs stood in line day after day to board the ships. It probably hadn't occurred to any of these people that they could take a subway over to the Brooklyn Navy Yard, any day in
 the year. and see plenty of ships
 and sailors.
 For years there have been ex- amples of shrewd sideshowmanship | in the itinerant zoos which move into vacant stores in the Broadway | sector. They represent themselves
 as propagandists for the preserve tion of wild life. and request do. nations. Exhibits usually include
 a discouraged raccoon, a m0th-eat- en fox or two. a somnolent possum and few frantic squirrels. Most of the citizens who contribute to
 these dismal frauds wouldn't think of visiting the Bronx or Central Park zoos, without charge, to see fine specimens of practically all the worlds rarest animals. And then there are tourists who painstakingly study every stone and window in foreign cathedrals. Back in New York, though, they devote not the slightest attention to the Gothic marvels of St Patrick's, or the unmatched magnincence oi Riverside Church.