The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-06-28
In New York
By PAUL HARRISON

New York, June 2S - several times in the fleeting space of mere few weeks. my sklttering trnii has crossed the staid, wide ewnthe blaged into the western world by His Highness Jagatjit singh Bahadur, Maharajah of ka'
 First I met him in the George V Hotel in Paris. Already l had heard stories of his sS,000,000 annual income, his private trains, has vast estates in India, and his jewels. T knew that he traveied with . great entourage of servants, including his own cooks, and that he and his personal party occupied an entire wing of the hotel. Yet when we met, he just shook hands and grinned pleasantly and said. Hello"
 A few days later, during the dancing after dinner on the Nor mandie, 1 stepped on somebody's toe. Hard. It wasn't my fault, really, but it was prety discon- certing to find that, in . manner of speaking, I had ground under my heel Q ruling prince of India. The Maharajah grinned gallantly and said, "I'm awfuliy sorry"
 
 Fare Program
 Next evening occurred an inci- dent that demonstrated the royal voyager's true importance. A radio broadcast was emanattng from the Kitchens Of the great shin. Tone of electric eQuip- mont had been dragged in; snaky cables obstructed the aisles; r,i- chophones had been set up; tho chef had boen rehearsed in the lines of an extemporaneou inter- view: and presumably millions of people had diaied In for the go- ings.on.
 1t all began well enough. with q lot of statistics and descriptive superlatives from the announcer. Also . few calm words from tho chef. Then came m interru ption. A cataclysmic thing. A walter rushed in and whispered to . cap- tain. The captain spread the news to several other captains. They gesticuiated, looked around help iessly, and finally were embolden- cd to whisper to the chef. who was standing in front of the open microphone.
 The Maharajah's asparagus! No- body could find the Marajah's asparagus! Even now, at this very second, the Mahara5ah was await ing his asparagus! It had been ordered from the kitchen. It had been prepared. It must have been put into q dish. But now 1t had disappeared!
 The chef forgot about the inter- view. and the open micrcphone, and the listening millions. He sputtered and fumed and gave or- ders and swore and called down imprecations upon any such band of dolts as could mtslay anything so important as the MaharaJah's asparagus. The kitchen was In m uproar and. in about the time 1t takes to tell it, the Maharajaf1's asparagus was discovered, still savory, hot and succulent and was borne out to the dining room by a whole corps of walters. If you heard that broadcast, and won- dered for a moment whether the ship was sinking, you will know now that 1t was a scarcely less dire an emergency.
 Giittering Comment
 Being one of the worlds richest men, the Maharajah naturally was interested in the works of America's RockeselIefs. Of course he didn't expect to see them rid- ing down Fifth Avenue on gold braceieted elephants and wearing brocaded robes. but he did have yen to visit their great palace. which he understood was called Rockefeller Center.
 So he went there and was great ly impressed by the skyscrapers and the murals and marble and sculptures and gardens. He soon noticed. however. that the whole thing was commercial project. a money-making development, and not an expression of sheer prodi- gality.
 On the observation terrace of I the central tower, after he had ex- claimed politely over the salient l features Of the city, he made bold to inquire about the personal pals ace of the Rockekeiers. Where was thaf7
 So they pointed out two unim- posing residences ID to the north. An old brick house and an old stone house. looking just about like any other houses iu Mauhni. tan. The Maharajah s1ared at them a long time. Finally he turned away. obviously eFepsng I for some gracious phKnea. Those palaces" he raid. "they @ust be vary nlea-~inaide."