The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-09-07
In New York
By PAUL HARRISON

New York.-Odds and ends: Broadway, say habitues of the Rue Regret, is a place where you can get away with anything-except what you came with There's the story about the gambler who went broke in crooked poker game, went out and bought a 25- cent diamond" ring, returned and sold it for $3O0--and later discov- cred he had been paid in counter felt bills.
 Women are still muscling in on male professions. Manhattan has three feminine taxi drivers who can hold their own with any cop or traffic jam. ... There's a lady truck driver named Emily Shaefer who wrestles heavy boxes of pret- gels. She once was a chauffeur for a Wall street broker, is pretty in an Amazonian way. and has carmine-enameled fingernails. :. Some of the amusement places have girl bankers. There's a girl stilt-walker who carries sandwich run their own detective agencies. Several voluble lasses make a pitch" along Broadway, selling razor blades, knife sharpeners and other gadgets. Scores of women work for pitchmen as "cappers," or decoys, being the first to make a purchase, then withdrawing from the crowd to keep lookout for the police.
 And during the last few even- ings a pretty panhandler has made her appearance in the thea ter lobbieS, T hate to ask you" she says, "but please give decent girl something so she can get a place to sleep" It's an almost irresistible appeal, and Judging from my observations of her ac- tivity, the girl must be maintain ing suite at the Waldorf Astoria. Stuffed Shirts
 Two of the best-dressed men of Manhattan are prominently in evil dence these evenings along crowded Broadway. Both wear toppers. tails, brief boards, and carry canes. One passes out cards advertising a nearby dance-hall.
 The other is so prepossessing in dress and mien that he draws whispered comment as he ap- breaches the dorways of cabarets and restaurants. When all the by- islanders, perhaps including photographers or two. are looking at him. he presses a button and across the vast bosom of his stiff shirt appear the illuminated key" Camping Out
 Some people who live in a lofty apartment building began sniffing the breeze the other evening, try ing to locate certain odors remin- iscent of the woods. Reminds me of campfire" one said. "Id swear there was a steak and coffee cooking" declared another. They were both right. Squatting in front of fire on his penthouse terrace nearby, Max Herzberg. a
 magazine editor. was broiling 8 steak of magnificent proportions. And making some coffee. He does that at least once a week, due to a nostalgia for the great open spaces. The big-city influence is getting him, though. While cook ing, he wears a derby hat and gloves.
 Out-of-town visitors almost al- ways have predetermined ideas of what they want to see in New York. One may not care a whoop about Chinatown. and another will have no interest in Greenwich Vil- lage. So a good many of these particular tourists come under the guidance of the architects emer- gency committee, which has en- listed a lot of unemployed archi- tects in an organization called Manhattan Land Cruises.
 Although they're fitted and will ing to deliver expert comment on famous skyscrapers. homes and churches, the guides will fill any sort of special request. They have taken physicians into hospitals. au- thors into Harlem, and merchants through factories. One fellow came to Gotham and wanted to see nothing but stained glass. They kept him busy. Another couldn't think of any special interest-un- less it might be women. So they took him backstage at a couple of big musical shows.