The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-07-26
In New York
BY PAUL HARRISON

New York, July 26.--Gotham'a floating population in the summer months has been estimated at a million, which just about compen- sates for the frantic exodus of nat uralized New Workers who refuse to believe that this city of swell tering steel and stone canyons is the greatest summer resort in Ann erica.
 So every tran and highway bearing tourists to Manhattan is loaded in the other direction with | New Workers seeking bucolic ref uge from the city. A fair ex- change, and the big town is glad to have the new business, which totaiis somethings like $15O,000,- 900 q year. Of course, not all that million of floating population represents tourists. Many are here on busi- ness and do no more sightseeing than the average resident who, | fixed in his orbit, never has climb ed the Statue of Liberty, and nev- CT will. But the rest, clutching their coats, cameras, children. purses and guide- -bcoks, are busily
 covering the town.
 Out of the Past
 Your correspondent is only, one | of many residents who assume false mustaches and Rudy Vallee- ish dark glasses for the duration of the tourist season. also dis guise my voice when answering 1 the telephone at home, and tell all callers that MT. Harrison has just left on a two-year expedition to the headwaters of the Amazon. Such chicanery seems wholly jns- | tified when called identifies him. self as good old Charles Lingoop,
 who used to lick the tar out of
 me when was in the fifth grade in Lawrence, Kansas, and who now thinks ought to show him the l town.
 | Recently, at the Paradise, was
 set upon by shouting maniac who turned out to be good old Herman Lydipper. Herman vas the fellow who stole my best girl l when we were sophomores in high
 school. He lost her to somebody
 else, though, and finally married coed from the University of Wis consin. must come over to their table and have a drink. I must dance with his wife. And after that, how about showing the Lyb- dippers a little Broadway night life?
 Other day got letter signed by somebody named Cotton"
 Glisp. don't remember him at all, though he may be the tow head who sat next to me in Span
 ish Lit. in college, and cribbed | everything wrote. Anyway.
 good old Cotton said he and the
 missus Che Myrna Mititz, of Mis-
 sourD were coming to New York,
 and thought of me at once as
 somebody who might show them
 the town. Not the tourist joints,
 but the picturesque, off-the-beaten-
 path places that you New Workers known about" MT. Glisp will be disappointed to learn, when he 1 telephone that I have gone to Honolulu for five-year course of ukelele lessons.
 \
 On Their Way
 The majority of tourists have only the haziest ideas about what | they want to see in the big town. Broadway, of course, and China ! town, and the Empire State building, Rockefeller Center and
 Fifth avenue. But beyond those, they're at the mercy of the con- ! ductors of rubberneck tours. The
 latter do pretty we'll by them, at that, on the theory that they want
 at least a glimpse of everything. So the customers are whirled from Grants Tomb to the Battery, l past churches, and mansions of the rich, the waterfront, Wall street and the Bowery. They emerge with kaleidoscopic impress ! sions against backgrounds of noise, heat, odors and statistics. | agreeing that Manhattan is swell place to visit but that it must be terrible tumble to live l in,